Gaia: PLAY-POD! - WRITE ON THE WALL!! - Let's write a story together...

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http://singerseeker.gaia.com — Thu, 31 Jul 2008 10:53:00 GMT

Meanwhile, the said relations were nowhere to be seen, having been blasted out of both the known and unknown universes by the earthshattering burp of the snark.

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http://elisaspot.gaia.com — Thu, 31 Jul 2008 00:08:22 GMT

"Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppppppppppppppppp!!!" (echo echo, shake shake)

"When is your holiday over relations?" he said, "Oh, and excuse me."

He thought all the while that he hoped that they had not been made aware of the plumbers show in the Civic Arena in town. Home shopping for moving in was sooooooo not what he wanted them to think of. Where could he take them to get them out of town?

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http://singerseeker.gaia.com — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 23:56:35 GMT

"Hey, we heard that!" said the tub-dwelling relatives, who somehow had appeared in the middle distance.

"It's summer, don't you know, and we decided to have a little holiday, so we've popped around for drinks. Here, give us some of that!"

This last to the snark, who was joyfully slurping up another decanter of the best wine, and looked quite flabbergasted at being so summarily addressed by tub-dwellers, of all beings.

The snark, opening a gigantic maw as wide as possible, then proceeded to ...

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http://elisaspot.gaia.com — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 17:40:29 GMT

"The fresh air is wonderful here!! Very nice open-toed footwear and OHHHHHHH the places we travel and see!!! Not like our relations that still live in the tub and think that is all that exists of the world, never going past the drain."

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http://singerseeker.gaia.com — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 16:54:29 GMT

he found his chosen place of residence very cramped and uncomfortable but strangely enough, though he complained vociferously about it to all and sundry, he never made any attempts to move to a more commodious lodging. However, he did have one good thing to say...

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http://elisaspot.gaia.com — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 11:27:12 GMT

the flouriaptor that lived between his third and fourth toes on his left foot.

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http://MikeyDineen.gaia.com — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 10:01:19 GMT

The snark was hungry and rushed into a convenient eatery down a tree-lined shady lane, and after a quick Greeting in fluent Pollybirdia Singularis, to the pretty Nasticreechia Kropfuppia, who was wearing a revealing, low-cut velvet gown of Sheer gossimerian Silk, he ordered a pair of Ambolgus pies, medium rare, with a large helping of Gosky patties.
And this he washed down with a glassfull of heady dragon-blood wine , poured from a crystal decanter.
And they all lived happily ever after, with just one exception:

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http://elisaspot.gaia.com — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 01:09:25 GMT

a striped and spotted SNARK!!!

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http://singerseeker.gaia.com — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 00:39:15 GMT

green meadow, bursting with silky long grass bathing in a bright sun, under the bluest sky you ever saw.... They stumbled around in confusion wondering how Moses had managed to bring them to this strange place.

"What have you done?" they howled in terror. "Bring us back!"

"What? Do you think this wand comes with instructions?" Moses growled. "I don't know where we are or how to get back... Ungrateful wretches," he muttered, wandering off alone and disappearing over a hill.

Just then, over that very same hill, appeared...

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http://MikeyDineen.gaia.com — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 21:26:52 GMT

At this Moses, know bedecked in a fetching goatee, piped up
" in fact this pleases me very much " and without further ado, nor adont,
he raised his right arm into a harmoniously horizontal position,
and in his hand was a phrightfully phallic, but wondersome, wooden wand.
He pointed this wand at the gray pea-soup fog, and it parted biblically, and all the doctors, paramedics, and wayward onlookers waltzed through the new passage into the most amazing.......

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http://MikeyDineen.gaia.com — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 21:07:19 GMT

My initial diagnosis
rules out, measles and thrombosis
sleeping sickness, and as far as I can teeeeeeeel!
influenza, inflamation, whooping cough & night starvation,
and you'll be so glad to hear that,
both your eye-balls are so clear that,
I am certain that there's nothing wrong at aaaaaaaaaaaall,
oooouuuuuuuuhhhhh, I remember that with one jab,
of my needle in the punjab,
well, I ruled out beri-beri and the dreaded dysentery,
but your disease has got me really stumped.

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http://LightDancing.gaia.com — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 12:24:40 GMT

Everyone reveled and rejoiced in the cleanliness. It was a refined state of mind, a symmetry of spirit and made us all feel as though our feet were as shinny as a sparkling, spangled morning. Even the windows were clear. Upon investigating, we found that the windows had been fitted with automatic windshield wipers that worked every time anyone in the vicinity thought about something phallic. This, of course, meant that they were swishing constantly. (The wipers, not the anyones.) It was OK, they didn’t bother anyone because you could see right through them - they were clear. (The wipers, I don’t know about the anyones.)

But THEN! We looked out of the clear, clean, innocent, immaculate windows and there, in a trench coat and WalMart sneakers was Carl Sandburg. Beside him was his little grey cat. Sandburg spoke to the cat:

THE fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches

and then moves on.

“The imagery! The imagery! Oh, Byron’s Booties, the IMAGERY!” quoth I, falling into a swoon on the floor.

“Hippocrates’ Curly Beard!” swore sixteen doctors rushing in. Some were carrying black bags, some were wielding needles, stealth-a-scopes and other well known implements of Doctorism. “She will have broken her Everything and fractured her Entirety! Her skull with be schismed, her flanges fissured and fractured, her cranium cleft! By Ben Casey’s Ghost! All her bones will be breached! Her ribs ruptured and RENT!”

“Do you have the time?” Asks one doctor of another.
“Five hundred twenty-five thousand, Six hundred minutes, Five hundred twenty-five thousand Moments so dear. Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes.” She replies, looking at her wrist.
“Oh, my goodness!” exclaims the first, “It’s Another Day!”
“Happy New Year!” sings out the cat.
“Shssh!” says Sandburg, “It’s Halloween, you feeble feline.
“Oh yeah? Then hows come I hear Christmas Bells? Hummm?”
A doctor with a suspicious goatee suddenly appears from nowhere. “Fractured fibula,” he diagnoses positively. “She’s fully fragile, frail, faint and flimsy.”
“She is FINE!,” says the doctor in the pink scrubbs. “Aren’t you using Your Eyes?”
“Smashed Shank,” goatee said smugly. “You’ll See.”
“Will I?” said Pink Scrubs equivocally.

A Street Sweeper trundles by with a cart. “You OK Honey?” he asks me. “Here, I’ll Cover You.” He takes off his coat and covers me up. He looks at all the doctors. “Why is this poor child laying On The Street? The mouse in my pocket squeaks up to him. “We’re Ok.”
“Very good then,” says the Street Sweeper. “Good bye Love” he says to me and trundles away.

I Should Tell You,” said one doctor tragically. “She’s broken her Bohème!”
The doctors all gather around.
“ Her Bohème! That’s . . . tragic!”
“She had such a . . . a beautiful Bohème!” someone sniffs into their handkerchief. We can’t tell who - they are in a handkerchief.
“Puccini!” says Pink Scrubbs derisively. “She has broken nothing, NoTHing! She is wholly whole and wholesomely healthy! She is merely in a state of Holy Imagery Idolization.”
“Moses isn’t going to like that,” says goatee fingering his ear lobe.

I sit up. “I am not broken, you phatuous physicians! See this bone over here?” I ask, pointing to my humorous. “It’s name is Ajax. It is stronger than dirt.”
“Humph!” snorts goatee. “Well my name is Hector and I don’t find that bone a bit funny!”
“None of this is clear to me,” I say. Everyone starts explaining the whole incident to me, all at the same time.
“Nonononono! In the negative!” I yell, waving my arms in a very athletic and healthy manner. “I know perfectly well that I’ve had Imagery Idolization - it’s a poetic pallidness. Righteous images leave me pale. You should see what a good metaphor does to me.”
“Righteous,” murmurs goatee, “Moses will like that.”
“I know what is going on!” I exclaim, ‘but I can’t see clearly now, the fog has come.”

Everyone turns to look. Sure enough every window is filled with a thick, roiling blanket of the most mysterious of all weather patterns.
“Sandburg you swine!” shouts someone, “your rat of a cat has brought the fog on it’s poopy little paws! Don’t you teach your pets to wipe their feet!?” Tell the filthy feline to stop just sitting there looking over the harbor and the city! Tell it to get off it’s slothful and shiftless haunches and get that fog moving on!
“Good Lord!” shouts the Street Sweeper, “It looks like pea-soup out there. Grey pea-soup. I mean, if you think pea-soup is nasty now, just dye it grey and see how you like it! Good Lord!”
“Moses isn’t going to like THAT,” hisses goatee, “It says right here, Thou Shalt Not Take The . . .”
“You’re driving me bonkers!” shouts the Street Sweeper. “Go take a tablet or something. Good Lord!”

“You know what happened while you were transported in a state of ecstasy don’t you?” asked Pink Scrubbs.
“Ug,” I said. “I fear to inquire.”
The tense herewithin went all over hell and gone. You’ve got present mixed up with past mixed up with present perfect, possibly some past perfect, the future is dicey at best. It isn’t pretty.”
I rubbed the back of my neck. All my muscles were tied up and I felt very.

Suddenly someone gave a shout! Someone else complained that they didn’t know we were supposed to bring gifts. It seems that Sandburg was nowhere to be found. The cat, of course, was gone as well - haunching it out by the harbor. Interestingly, Hector, the suspicious doctor was also gone. His goatee, however, was hanging on the coat rack looking shady, shadowed and frankly fishy.

Suddenly we realized that we did not hear a squeeging sound and we realized the window-wipers had stopped moving. We looked at each other totally gobstopped. Was it possible that no one was thinking about . . .
No, it was not. As soon as we wondered then we all were. (Don't think about a pink elephant.) But even with everyone in the room madly visualizing the Washington Monument, catus, (you get the drift, no need to get rated X here) the WW had stopped working. We realized with a WHOMPsploosh that the fog was gone . . .

and once again . . .

But just while we were groving to the grovey news, someone noticed . . . the goatee was now gone from the coat rack! In it's place was a . . .

Re: Let's write a story together...

http://MikeyDineen.gaia.com — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 18:26:44 GMT

Then, the fog suddenly lifted and it all became clear to each of them

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http://elisaspot.gaia.com — Sun, 18 Nov 2007 17:32:16 GMT

hehehe the first thought that popped to mind was phallic symbol...but that just doesn't seem to fit the theme :D (but i will come up with 2 directions for this)

...phallic symbol, he was sooo uptight and mortified by this he immediately put a hat upon it and made it a nametag that said cactilikus, with pictures of his cacti family..who of course looked JUST like him--hence the name cactilikus. All of the sudden in the corner of the room a small voice shouted....great great uncle cactilikus!!!!! followed by the sound of joyful tears and scratching noises as the cactus ran across the room to hug what he thought was his long lost relation...

ok maybe i got me out of that one, let me know if i need to rewrite

:)
elisa

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http://thief-angel-servant-fey-jester-owl.gaia.com — Sun, 18 Nov 2007 16:34:03 GMT

His sculptures were hailed as masterpieces of modern art by the forest folk, who gave him a trophy shaped like a...

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http://elisaspot.gaia.com — Sun, 18 Nov 2007 00:18:39 GMT

While waiting, he amassed a huge quantity of Snickers bar wrappers, which he got from eating them all of course. Poor pony got quite overloaded (fat is such a yucky word). However, he did begin to sculpt using the wrappers.

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http://friendsofabc.gaia.com — Sat, 17 Nov 2007 19:44:39 GMT

... then the pony then went off to become a star in a musical, however the musical didn't do well in sales so he went back to his simple life, waiting for fate to lead him to something wonderful...

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http://elisaspot.gaia.com — Sun, 04 Nov 2007 11:30:39 GMT

...trotting rainbow pony, because the lovely children had taken the paints to him and 4 children, of course being 2 girls and 2 boys--all loving paint as evidenced by the pony...

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http://medkimbugwe.gaia.com — Mon, 29 Oct 2007 15:41:33 GMT

a couple with two beautiful children.Peri the girl,was ten and had a great smile! Her father always said to her,"your smile melts my heart, beutiful pie!" and then she would smile even more while saing thanks Dad!

Medi,theboy was handsome and very playful! Some times her mother wondered why Medi prefered paying to food..................

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http://kathysmith.gaia.com — Sun, 28 Oct 2007 04:22:17 GMT

In the good old days there was a dense, Gnomefella had a lush green jungle. The fears of depleted ozone layer, polluted air to breath in, contaminated water to drink, pesticide mixed vegetables and fattening fast foods were not found then. Sylphadie could transform nature to suit the needs of any environment. These are fairly new discoveries of mankind. The lush green forest was rain fed; timely enough to sustain life. Any frog could just jump around and play on any Pod...lily or not!

Our beautiful Sylphadie and Cyannth flew in to visit Gnomefella and to show their recent Disney movie called "Magic Forests" (a hit classic for both children and adults). He is key to this screening being the marketing guru that he is.

After the screening he made 1 phone call and picked up a few more forests to catch the flick...the response from the marketing brought about the following effect on the planet: