Aspies For Freedom

The bums bum or whose bum. ***? Hose it down! Which? The witches bum, off course of course.

.. what is here too much might at another place be too little. And the trajectory is still basically undefined...
                                                   ...sea is the home to fish,

... and I found myselfs too, Dinah Sore, while my memory of Mergatroyd fell apart.
-"Que?" said Dinah Sore and grimaced like a flower

.... ald, red & blue & I looked around but I couldn't see'im.
"Where are you?" I whispered.
"Here, I'm here." Came the answer & I realized that it was coming from the rat & I crouched down & peered into the mouth of the Great Compost Rat & completely speechless from plastic shock I looked a question at'im & he answered quick as lightnin...
"Common'in here, there's plenty of room in here & down the road a bit is a pub..."
"But I don't have any money," I tried to no avail.
"Drinks are on the house," he said while he reached for me & yanked me with him & somewhere somebody began to sing & dance like a genius & I looked back & caught a glimpse of Ron, ald, red & blue but when I tried to, I just couldn't

mirror which he held up so I could look into it & when I reached out to touch its silvery surface my fingers broke through it.
"What in the world is this?"
"Vertical water," he replied giggling.
"Can I go there?"
"Be my guest," he said & spat out Ron, ald, red & blue, "& take your friends with you. There's a much better pub in there."
"But I have no money."
"Nema Problema," he said, "they'll actually pay you to drink in that pub."
"....... .....," I said, speechless.
"& don't forget your Capri Coat."
"......," I said, still speechless & put myself into the Capri Coat & digging into its deep pockets my fingers touched something they couldn't identify at first but when I took hold of it & held it up for everyone to see we knew immediately what it was, only much, much smaller than before, it was still our own Mergatroyd.

that we were in a movie, only this one going in reverse, everything was so strange I felt like home, and I was fighting to identify the soundtrack but I were at a total loss, it was like a tsunami of impressions constantly attacking my senses and suddenly we were in a car and the highway was a really lonely place, but I was peaceful and you kept talking about a guy you had seen dancing in the desert of your imagination and how he seemed eaten by weird emotions, and teeth of flame gnawed at the back of my mind, and I had this lovely apricot taste in my mouth, but a sudden rush of incredible visions made everything so still, like after a heavy rain, and a rainbow with black towered over us, and it was weeping...

(... stems rising, shielding and protecting us from the wrath of cloned strangers.)

(... rainbow flowers delivering to us an army of soldiers that wears no other uniform but the one that shows us who they really are.)    

... instantaneous

No?
Mergatroyd?
Yes!
Plasma money?
No!
Recognition?
Yes, instantaneous!
Good!
Why?
Because!
Okey!
Well, then...
What?
Mergatroyd tired... Mergatroyd go home now...
Where?
Recognition mission!
Ok!
Ignition...
Ceiling & Visibility?
Ok!
Take her home

But when everything really seemed lost beyond repair a kangaroo came gliding gracefully over the tarmac, briefly stopping beside Mergatroyd scoping her up and putting her beside her own little baby before moving on. It was over in a second and all we could think was that miracles only happen when there's a real need for them...

... and so it will be as Nyanchan thought.

The ongoing story has stopped in its tracks. Ong & Ing is out of work and they toss a coin to decide which one of them will go get the day's beer. Ah, yes that's all they do. Toss coin, get beer, drink beer, get fat and stupid. Is that a life? No way it ain't much of a life. But it's ours and we happen to like it like this quiet and peacefull and well, backward kinda place.

But what about Mergatroyd? And that gracefully gliding kangaroo? Will we ever learn what happened to them we sure will post it here...

-"Ask Ing," said Ong.
-"Ask Ong," said Ing.

They are friends in a siamese way and the back bone of the ongoing story from which they have derived their names Ong (o) Ing. So Ong & Ing is the guys that monitor the story while we who writes it have our minds elsewhere. My mind goes out to the heroes of the Telemark that foiled Hitler's plan to build a very big bad bomb.

off topic. An uncle to me is the brother of either of my parents. My parents was born in 1939. I guess you're using the uncle term in its wider meaning. In this world is places that hasn't yet seen the sun of february 11, 2007. Somewhere it's still saturday the 10th. Somewhere it's already monday the 12th. Oh, what a queer world this is...