The Mouser
The mouser patrols
the house, on the trail of prey,
pauses for sunbeam.
tail of pray.
pauses for son
beam.
MR
2019-0919
This is a virtual cafe where all ideas are entertained all facts discerned, all topics discussed. And just because the proprietor has a passion for Christ, books, and the Acoustic guitar, that doesn't mean you can't veer wildly off into different subjects. So, come in, have a coffee (imported especially from Verble's finca in El Salvador), and talk about whatever you want.
The Mouser
The mouser patrols
the house, on the trail of prey,
pauses for sunbeam.
tail of pray.
pauses for son
beam.
MR
2019-0919
Son: OK, so I may have two drops coming today while I'm at work.
Mom: What are 'drops'?
Son: When a store drops an item.
Mom: Like, when they stop selling it?
Son: No, Mom. A drop. Like when they first drop it on the market ... boxes. I've got two boxes coming from Amazon today. Just, if I'm at work, just get 'em into the house as quick as you can, please.
Mom: Because the Amazon guy might drop them and break them?
Son: *sigh* ... yeah, Mom. Just make sure the drops don't get dropped.
The Trickster's Day.
What the Trickster especially enjoys about April Fool's Day is that it is a way for his marks to get a little closer to his method of thinking: that is, hurt those who hurt you, but make it so that they all laugh about it. Write it off like it's all in good fun.
These humans: they admire the Trickster. They admire his resolve, his devil-may-care attitude, and his fortitude. Never let a chance slip by! ... that's the Trickster's motto.
The Trickster smiles. April is the Cruelest month, yes indeed. And the cruelty can even be spread out over the rest of the year, and all the years beyond ...
Wife: You left me standing there, looking like an idiot.
Husband: The Praise Team just wanted one picture. One picture. Took like - 30 seconds!
Wife: I'd been following you around all over the sanctuary, looking like some stupid groupie. Do you know how EMBARRASSING that is!
Husband: Honey, I'm sorry, OK I'm sorry! Won't happen again,.
Wife: This always happens when you get on a Praise Team. It's always about the music and never about me.
Husband: It's not about either of us ... it's about HIM.
Wife: Oh don't bring Jesus into this! You know very well you just like shining like a star!
Husband: Yeah, baby .. in a church band. Cuz we KNOOOWWWW that's where all the fame and fortune is!
.... found this scrap in a notebook, dated 2018-0521
Meet me in the cereal aisle
We'll pick a box at random
Then we'll roll through the dairy section
Hand in hand, singing in tandem
MR
Shoegazing
My baby
My baby
My baby
My baby
My baby started shoegaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
-zing
She said
She said
She said
She said
She said that it's so amaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
-zing
Shoegaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-zing
NOTE: I thought of this song today.... Shoegaze is one of those subclasses of alternative/electronica that no one can agree on the definition, but best that I can tell, it's all about the "drone"
... which is super cool. I imagine these lyrics being sung by a monotone, deep, almost metallic voice, with a drone and an electronic drum beat in the back ground. And even that little dubstep "trill" to the vocals.
The Trickster’s Prank
The Trickster sat down upon the mountain top
to watch the fire blaze across the world below.
He smiled contentedly, seeing the logical result of
having told each human that they created their own reality.
And when seven billion realities come into conflict,
well,
matter cannot exist in the same place at the same time.