Kindred Cocktail

Pre Raphaelite 1848

Really !
Wow! Is that common?

What?

The avant-garde of pure love within families.
…Industrial clothing …

Hmm. Interesting. Very interesting.

Wasn’t it good we floored him with the antipodean phoenix?

…Victor …He’ll be back.

That’s why they’re into updates.

Updates on the soldier?

Yeah. Trooper on active duty at the coal front.
Embattled.
Entrenched at the coal face of life while we’re in there chirping n beeping away like toads and robins and whatever else.

I had boyfriends before I married!
Pasha! Didn’t you hear me?
I had lovers before I got married.

I hope so.

http://timezombie.blogspot.com/2010/08/bartender-treacle.html

Pasha you know all about it. They pulled rank on him.

On him. Oh him? Yeah Mary.

Pasha don’t tell anybody how I sleep with you, your brother Jim and your sister Mary.

I won’t Mum. I won’t tell anybody.

…Mum when’s Jim’s birthday?

3^rd June. He’ll be sixteen. You’re 14 and Mary is 9

And Victor?

What about him?

His Mum cuddles up to him in bed. He’s 10
He told me that he hates it but he …well it’s his Mum …(drags out thinking)
He doesn’t want to stay locked in rank and file. Connie controls that.

What’s Connie do?

Blocks unapproved alliances.

Connie?

Absolutely. Sleeps with daughter Bidet. Connie’s 42 and Bidet 16.

16?  What happened to the ambassador’s son?

Fringe dweller. Not wealthy enough. Besides Bidet was too busy in bed with Connie.

What about the silver scoop from the personality carnival?

James Mitchell White, Hotelier Jan 1938 ~

What about it?
…

…Impressive family heraldry.

Victor was unaffected. Produced the most gorgeous baby photos of himself as pre-toddler cutie pie. Quintessential.

His woman said ‘publish, you’d doubtless win some prize’

He snapped at her “get real, you think I’m some kind of slut or something?” and calmly tore up the baby snaps.

Funny fellow. Wonder what his problem is.
Say’s the photos were lies or at best idols, non-descript of today’s reality.

Maybe he’s religious.
Maybe he got ripped off when he was young?

Marcus White, Lisdoonvarna

Postscript:
Special envoy Compost-Lloyd was flashed at Gatwick to return to Dublin for lowdown.

Transpired the brother, James Dean II acquired kingship through questionable work-practice.

Reckons Dean, 23, was caught by sister Diva with his nose up a brown paper bag in Japanese hotel room.

Says work-practice law good given time with hammer and sickle.

Doesn’t give much of a hoot either way.

Editor says it’s proven beyond reasonable doubt the man’s a badger.
Instructed us to come back in a decade or so if deemed expeditious.

The Beatnik

pseudo intellectual

Beatnik type 41:

Vehicle profile: Silver BMW push bike
Dress: Blue jeans, camel hue polo neck, white joggers.
Bank accounts: Never to be disclosed.

She considers herself a woman of great depth. A sophisticate. She perceives things to be complex. No rigid right or wrong.

Type41rN [Hillary Clinton]

She doesn’t have to justify why.
Claims “Thank you Jesus I don’t have to understand all ….I’m just, well, me”

Manifests to the utmost in people who don’t work. Long silences ..ah the depths of the ‘open mind’ infused with Freudian heraldry delicately spiced with Jungian Supremacy. Ahhh James.
How you thought she could open your eyes to the upper echelons of pristine intellectual advancement. The avant-garde of the mind. The fathomless pause. The Queen. …She holds court. All held. Stopped. Steeped in the seamless silence of pre-eminence. The batting of the eye just ...so

They say she’ll try to buy her way into heaven. On his money they think.

James new nothing of the value of work.
He'd been cossetted with a capital C from day dot.
Thought it'd always be eeeasy street   .. until 
..until he discovered the private bile of ...the sophisticate.

She never mentioned the price.
http://timezombie.blogspot.com.au/2010/12/lisdoondvarna-matchmaking-festival.html

Leaves the honest prostitute in front by orders of magnitude.

Oriental Satin Fertility Herald

Sounds like an eeeeeasy life mum.

How dare you bitch (she hissed behind her painting of mortally wounded feelings)

http://timezombie.blogspot.com/2010/07/julia-gillard-australian-prime-minister.html

The Dog that Ate the Diode

Coming soon to ZAP

(including pandora's box and other assorted insights) 

...don't dip out. 

...sniff for yourself !!

The Wind in the Willows (21st century)

You earth. I wind.

Earth channel wind.

I decide thing not in place, I blow around.
Earth decide wind not right, she sprout mountain and tree in his path.

And birds?

Birds from earth and water to tickle wind.
Wind very ticklish.
When he roll over and laugh things break.

Also power stones?

Power stone he stay put from wind but earth she chuck around easy when she sprout new mountain.

Earth what you do when no water?

I close up to protect me.

And when toad make dust?

You wind, it you who take dust to water and together cook up big hail stone for toad.

Yes it true me remember. We play ball in cloud an throw dust around then give back to you in ice gift-wrap.

Toad he no like gift-wrap.
He hide an make lots more toad an make special shell he steal from you.
He garnanh-garnanh

I laugh an pick up more water an we make super gift-wrap to break toad shell.
We no like too much Toad.

burlganha mirrindalgu

Epilogue

Earth bird needs food.
Wind bring Yirna children to earth to feed (seeds)

Wind Water an’ Earth together make Fire to dance.
Wind laugh. Water he come big. Fire he make new dance.
Earth she sneeze on metal bird North. Many toad stuck.
Gabi garnbirringu.

Wind man he see marriage of toad and death.
She make balanha mirrindalgu garnanh-garnanh darldu toad easy.
Gabi garnbirringu.

http://timezombie.blogspot.com/2010/08/celtic-wisdom.html

Catholicism Today

Continuing to proclaim ‘sustainable’ growth/development suggests refusal to accept resource limits.

Kate Lundy (rare without garnish)

The stark end point could be a plague of human flesh with little else left to consider.

Ironic result for insisting on species divinity.

Junior Johnny Appleseed: What’s for dinner tonight Mummy?

Mummy (Mary Pork-Seed): Never ye worry Johnny! ..Off 2 Mass now n pray 4 all those Orangemen who disappeared marching past the Kennedy Cannery.

Daddy (Pork-Head Paul): Shhhh boys …I’m not a provider.

Master Dominic Flugel Pork-Head: I know you’re not. Let’s use Vatican Burgundy Red / Maroon/ Gold to make us wealthier.

We’ll market to the church.

Pork-Head Paul: Which church?

Flugel: Largest in the world Porks, 'Catholic' 

http://timezombie.blogspot.com/2010/08/kate-lundy.html

Neo-Goth

Goaded

Flattered

Excited

Scared

Angry

A rich mixture of emotions. 5 important stimulants to his heart

He says to himself 'someone, anyone, I don’t care who, WILL pay for this' ...This means (in simple form) he’ll ride the gravy train hard in his quest for revenge.

He believes heavenly places hold allegiance to him. He dreams platitudinous rites of arrival, that iridescent azure-blue dragon flies honour him from neo-Goth statues fastidiously arranged around his Olympic pools.

Seems nothing could be better.
Not derailed, rich in vanity, the professional man.

The Professional Man

Peggy Alexandra

Splish, Splash, Splosh.

Prescription:
Restraint. Passivity. Pro-active warfare. Not following. Following. Boom gate Integrity. Secret design.

All of the above 2B used as protection against enemies anywhere, anytime.

This is addressed to women who want success. And that means women who are energetic enough to go after it. The road to success, is rarely single-tracked. It’s a multilane highway that branches in myriad directions.

And reputation? Taste? Membership to the local Labor Club? Discretion? ... Impeccable

No matter in which direction your strivings for success, what you wear and how you look can make the difference between moving steadily toward your goal or just rocking back and forth in the same spot.
Think of yourself as ‘product’. Sell the product. Improve it by becoming a ‘fashion plate’. Have an edge with no competition. In a communist world??
‘Packaging’ makes all the difference for those who are sought after and snapped up fast in the well-stocked supermarket of the dance.
Clothing can make you look the part you want to play, but it can’t replace the ability to play it. The look – does it fit the picture of the role you want to play?

So there you are.
Peggy Alexandra.

He’s interested in the arts.
Really …Hmmm.
You could have early morning tea. Discover the arts.
Change the locks. Move to unlisted. Bolt the gate.
So …when's he going to let you know. Tomorrow?
Hmm. Eat.

Cecil? He’s a cruel man. Gives the impression of being kind. No.
He’s cruel.
Let’s go out for breakfast.
Great idea.
The chauffeur has placed at the ready the bimbo mobile.

Warfare       http://timezombie.blogspot.com/2010/05/zap-encryption-guru-cracks-tangent.html

Treacle's Swirl

Swirling into the church through the double doors the crowd dispersed. Puff. Treacle n Twoply at their trumpeted posts.

6 feet.
6 feet! What’s that. 1.50 meters?
No.
2 meters?

Spot on Dilly - 1.82 meters rounded up to one significant figure.
Oh.

Have you never heard of feet and inches? (continued the garrulous ravings and admonitions of Mr Winson Twoply)

So there it is.
She’s succumbed to social butterfly purity fallacy and has formally incrassated herself to the fettered law of Mr Twoply.

As they kneel at the alter, soloist Aunt Tabitha drops her eyes imperceptibly (poignancy of unspoken grief) singing “I don’t have to try” in sotto mezzo.

Seemingly she knew more.

Ah Tabitha. Tabitha.

She always knows what’s going on. Tricky bit is she says nothing. Her rule of thumb? When in doubt let the process have clout.

She wondered idly how long. Two babies and 5 years? One and 7? Who knows. Doesn’t matter. The aunt had walked out of hell into a life. The trail had been blazed.

Treek had been close to Tabitha at times. Tabitha knew them to be too much alike for her to entertain cretins further than default use by dates. Her lesson was to self-identify them through hard experience, especially the silky smooth lovers of law.

Mrs Treacle Twoply !!

Fast forward 3 or 4 years and she’ll be grieving she never took that ticket to counter-culture freedom, barmaid @ Tilly’s

Oh well thought the singer, better the hard way than no way (Treek and Winsy exchange rings)

Hmm. Think. Perhaps a long, very long time ago in …it evades me. I’ll be passive about my hmm voice. Reign by hush-hush.

Bartender Treacle

One fine afternoon Braille Medhead’s deacon Dick invites Matty Mortlock Treek and mob to the local club, finding themselves on the other side of the bar to Darius and Zac, barmen uni students at UC and ANU

Dick, chatty leader of the moment and club regular, discovers the boys are soon to travel to the US and South America. Coming back to his table, he retells the story to Treek and cronies.

Treacle, never having seen such a club before, found herself delighting in the arbitrary nonchalance of the clientele. She wondered hazily could she do a course to get a bar ticket? Problem is she’s banned from speaking to outsiders, particularly men. Maybe Dick and Medhead would allow her to work in a women’s only bar. Goodness gracious me, surely not Tilley’s for such a special girl.

Target Practice

http://timezombie.blogspot.com/2010/07/simon-corbell-minister-for-police_30.html

http://timezombie.blogspot.com/2010/08/magistrate-lorraine-walker.html