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Quoted in the Grove:
Children are the hands by which we take hold of heaven.
~Henry Ward Beecher

Children are unpredictable. You never know what inconsistency they are going to catch you in next.
~Henry Ward Beecher

The dog was created specially for children. He is a god of frolic.
~Henry Ward Beecher

There is no slave out of heaven like a loving woman; and, of all loving women, there is no such slave as a mother.
~Henry Ward Beecher

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Posted from the Grove:

~Greenie: DREAMING with DJ DreamZ
Sun – Fri: 7-10am PT / 10am-1pm ET)
Sat: 1-4pm PT / 4-7pm ET
RCZ Radio – http://rczradio.com

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For those suffering from the blight of heat, the following quote:

The heat! It comes round corners at you like an animal with windmill arms. As I enter my bedroom, it stuns, thuds, throttles, spins me round by my soaking hair, lays me flat as a mat and bat-blind on my boiled and steaming bed. Cold beer is bottled God.
~Dylan Thomas

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Platform Favorites:
From song title as a philosophy and mantra, to song video as a sumptuous nightmare

~MisterWives: Coloring Outside the Lines
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgT30p9psWs

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~Tool: Forty Six & 2   (6:03)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f8aT9oRp95A

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Tree of Life

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Prewritten for  Thurs (06/01) @6pm PT/9 ET is: corkscrew, nursery

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@Writers Platform:

Glass Table:

~Piffin: “Reunion”

Family reunion
Every ten years
A whole lot of bullshit
And a whole lot of beers
You get there on time
And you do what you can
To make everybody present
Feel like part of a clan
Family reunion
I go through the door
And I get me a drink
And I work me the floor
I kiss me a cousin
I duck me an aunt
I dance me a Grandpa
With the memory of a plant
The whole event went fine
Was a day we’d all forget
Sneaking often to the parking lot
Dry heaves and cigarette
Then, Grandma took her teeth out
Everything went wrong
As she danced like a sheet
To a country song
Grandma took her teeth out
Nobody cared
Well, we kinda sorta did
But nobody dared
To interrupt the flow
Of the freak on the floor
As she shook and she shimmied
And we called for more
And she broke some tables
And she broke some chairs
And she broke some people
Who were hiding downstairs
The youngins who remember
Tell the story to this day
Of the terror and the trauma
And the great buffet
When Grandma took her teeth out
Yeah
Grandma took her teeth out

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Prewritten: marriage, Dixie cup

~Piffin: “Dixie Belle”
(to the tune of “Dixie”)

I grew up North, above the land of cotton
Motown Soul meets Johnny Rotten
Look my way
Look my way
Look my way, Dixie Belle

Dixie, cup my breast and kiss my tulip
Peach-sweet breath meets sugar julep
S’il vous plaît
S’il vous plaît
S’il vous plaît, Dixie Belle

The moon is full, my Dixie
Come play
Come play
The moon is full
I can feel the pull
On the waves of the Poughkeepsie
Come lay
Come lay
Come lay with me, sweet Dixie

Blue & Gray, we’ll have a shotgun marriage
Sour mash and horse drawn carriage
Ride away
Ride away
Ride away, Dixie Belle

The moon is red, my Dixie
Make hay
Make hay
The moon is red
As a rose-strewn bed
You sultry Southern pixie
Come lay
Come lay
Come lay with me, sweet Dixie
Come lay
Come lay
Come lay with me, dear Dixie

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~Greymane: The Brush Off

Mary bought a toothbrush and she placed it in the cup
He stood so proud and tall in his new home
He looked about the neighborhood and vowed to shake it up
when he saw the smug reaction of her comb

The comb had been the boss of things since Mary cut her hair
Proclaiming he would wed the makeup brush
but she harbored lustful longings for a man in dental care
The last brush met his maker with a flush

Despite demands for marriage she refused to be his bride
She preferred to let emotions choose her groom
All his vain advances she repeatedly denied
Always hiding in her tray with the perfume

The comb had seen her flutter when the toothbrush asked her out
and he swore he would eliminate the threat
His bad intentions evident and leaving little doubt
All the toiletries becoming quite upset

The toothbrush weighed his options with his friend the bathroom scale
and they bonded over shots of warm shampoo
The loofah in the shower ran to tell the comb the tale
The way the sly colluding loofah do

He planned his move for power to become the bathroom boss
and he paid the razor well to back him up
They wrapped the comb in tissue and they tied him up in floss
and they put him in a crumpled Dixie cup

They dropped him in the bathtub and they opened up the drain
encouraging a lengthy trip to sea
The loofah tried to save him with the stopper and it’s chain
but ended up a spongy amputee

Mary hearing voices from her bedroom down the hall
cautiously approaching to explore
Quite sure she heard rejoicing or a rowdy drunken brawl
but only silence lay behind the bathroom door

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~BarTalk: The Wedding Ku’bed

 

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Impromptu: none this week

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Quoted in the Grove:
When one loves somebody everything is clear – where to go, what to do – it all takes care of itself and one doesn’t have to ask anybody about anything.
~Maxim Gorky

Love is the terrible secret people are suspected of unless they’re married, then one always suspects they don’t.
~Jane Rule

When everything is easy, one quickly gets stupid.
~Maxim Gorky

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Posted from the Grove:

Platform Favorites: The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, with a scoop of delicious for dessert

~James Blunt: You’re Beautiful (3:22)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oofSnsGkops

~Pete Townshend: Rough Boys (4:01)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dkT8W6u81Ks

~Ween: Cover it with gas and set it on fire (1:33)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dyh5v_GizaY

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~Bryan Ferry: Slave To Love (5:52)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9kp3N3wQPO0

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Shadow is a colour

 

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Prewritten for Thurs (06/22) @6pm PT/9 ET is: marriage, Dixie cup

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@Writers Platform:
Glass Table:

~Greenie: DREAMING with DJ DreamZ
Today, Sun 06.18 (7-10am PT/10am-1pm ET)

RCZ Radio – http://rczradio.com
Schedule – https://www.facebook.com/groups/RCZRADIO/
Skype Request Line – https://join.skype.com/uCfzCsztDp7F

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Prewritten: ethereal mathematics

~Greymane: Vesica Pisis

Awareness bred from movement when the Spirit multiplied
Within the realm of all we know the truth can’t be denied
Everything encompassing the universe we know
is measured geometrically in embryonic flow
Spirit slept inside the void still blurry and unclear
Expanding conscious all around surrounding in a sphere
Reaching for the edge the spirit realized he’s more
The edge becomes the center of what wasn’t there before
The intersected sharing of the space they overlapped
contained the universal laws by which we all are mapped
The rules of all proportion in the way the spheres unite
The roots of endless numbers and the birthing of the light
Spirit moved upon the darkness all he knew was his
Calling for the light so He could feel what he is
Creating spheres in intervals so simple yet complex
each radius the same from every center to the next
Six spheres of creation we could reference many ways
The movement gave the light a name, each sphere a cosmic day
Man calls the pattern Genesis, creation from the cold
The Seed of Life gives birth to all the universe can hold
The flower grows with every seed the math in absolutes
The eight cells of the Egg of Life, a cube beneath the roots
Contained within the Egg of Life mathematically discussed
is the morphogenetic structure that created all of us
The flower hardly ever shown in more than nineteen spheres
From missing spheres beyond the edge the Fruit of Life appears
The fabric of reality goes on and on and on
Add the missing spheres to find the cube of Metatron
Within the cube the basic shapes are woven in the weave
Platonic solids linked to every thing that we perceive
The Tetrahedron-Fire and the Hexahedron-Earth
The elemental aspects giving alchemy it’s birth
The Icosahedron-Water and the Octahedron-Air
Dodecahedron aether on the wings of every prayer
Everything that modern man’s experienced so far
The universe, reality, the planets and the stars
Within the Cube of Metatron the shapes that you will find
are tied to all the elements genetically aligned
The cube inside the fruit of life that borrowed breath from prayer
A flower made by Spirit to be conscious and aware

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~BarTalk: NewMath 2.333

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Impromptu – ku on: memory

~Piffin: [June 15]

Broken kitchen glass
My mistake, kicking my head
Memory, you bitch

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~Heartou: Memory

Memory
will serve you
that’s what she said,
as I walked around dazed, confused and angry
not knowing the thought, unrecognizable with dread.
I looked up to the sky asked Skippy for a sign,
not knowing if remembering was a curse
or an absolute blessing in disguise.
That’s when I realized it’s not in the remembering,
it is in the soft, kind touch of the feeling left deep in the mind’s eye.

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~Greenie: Elusive

My memory fades
lost within confining pit
ever elusive

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~Greymane: Haiku ~ Memory

Dreamt of her again
The echoes of a memory
Fades into shadows

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~MissMerry: MM Impromptu

He was my dear little boy
– would be twenty three
I ask who would you be now?

ok, i gotta get a break here… sons birthday tomorrow and “memory” just had to be the word… fuck.

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~BarTalk: two not-a-ku

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Quoted in the Grove:
Partisanship is our great curse. We too readily assume that everything has two sides and that it is our duty to be on one or the other.
~James Harvey Robinson

Most of our so-called reasoning consists in finding arguments for going on believing as we already do.
~James Harvey Robinson

We are incredibly heedless in the formation of our beliefs, but find ourselves filled with an illicit passion for them when anyone proposed to rob us of their companionship.
~James Harvey Robinson

EndQuote:
I played Baby New Year. When everybody started hollering and throwing confetti, I thought it was for me.
~Fred Kelly

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Posted from the Grove:

Platform Favorites
Campfire songs after the fire’s gone out

~The Killers: A Dustland Fairytale   (5:03)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-3hyrkzFRss

~Bruce Springsteen: Darkness on the Edge of Town   (4:25)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zS5qRG_no-I

~Wolf Alice: Silk   (4:04)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_UzkKSM7Fw

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Power Brings Out True Self
http://nautil.us/issue/46/balance/why-power-brings-out-your-true-self

Matters of Perspective, optical illusions
https://www.pinterest.com/pin/612419249299357811/

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Prewritten for Thurs (06/15) @6pm PT/9 ET – a theme: ethereal mathematics

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: bartender, race riot

~Greymane: One More for the Road

“Gimme another one just like the first.”
said the man with the broken cigar
He emptied his glass with unquenchable thirst
as he snuffed the butt out on the bar
The bartender grimaced but gave him his shot
convinced he should give him his space
He served them all quietly, like it or not
The bar wasn’t even his place

The man started grumbling out of control
ranting his hate for mankind
He swore the elite had all bartered their souls
with no repercussions in mind
He said they manipulate every day life
all perched on their glistening thrones
“They stole it away like a thief in the night
and left us with nothing but bones”
“… Illuminate bankers financing the wars
to keep dark agendas afloat
Chaining our progress and locking up doors
with all the false laws that they wrote?

He went on and on as he emptied his glass
each time that the bartender poured …
“… Jihadical terrorists flying first class
whenever they climb Allah bored..?
“They’re herding up sheeple in wieldy crowds
by pulling our puppety strings”
“They’re dumbing us down with their poisonous clouds
and controlling the men they made kings”
Inciting unrest with their race riot math
they’re intent on our fateful defeat”
“Building up walls and confusing our paths
for united we’re harder to beat”

The rest of the night ’til the whiskey was gone
not a pleasantry ever was said
The bartender ended his rambling on
and shot his drunk boss in the head
He stood there in silence and utter disgust
How could he have found himself here?
He prayed to forget all the drivel discussed
but some things you just can’t unhear

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~BarTalk: Meant Julep

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Last week (06.01) a pic
https://ishtari.arcticworlds3d.com/prompts/hideyhand.jpg

~Greymane: Vacant

He runs away from every day before it can begin
He travels unfamiliar roads to get to where he’s been
He tries to find some comfort in the things he understands
He hides behind a mask that he has painted on his hands
His motives live in shadows that are hidden by the sun
He calls himself a savior but he’s just a hired gun
Beneath the weight of promises he swears he can’t ignore
He finds his dark sadistic soul in pieces on the floor
Intentions not withstanding when his bullet finds it’s mark
He smiles cold and vacant slipping back into the dark

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~BarTalk: MissCue

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Impromptu: ku on swallow, chalk

~Piffin: [June 8]

Swallow in her nest
Spring rain kisses chalk heart walls
Sun on empty brick

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~Greenie: Bleeding Out

chalk drawing bleeds out
yet no one knows why it does
swallow pride, who cares

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~Greymane: ku

Swallow in the storm
Washed the chalk outline away
One more Winter day

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~BarTalk: not-a-ku

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