Just thought that it had to be a very old uncle. At least 78+ y.o. or older. From looking at my memory of the picture of yourself that you posted on the thread for such matters I would put your age at 16. That means that your folks could very well be my age (42 in june this year), or something like that. My maternal grandmother married a norwegian fella in the late 1940ies; Bjarne, was his name. My my, is this off topic or not???
Have to ask them, hold on... what? what's that? oh, wrong number, sorry, I try again, Ing? is this Ing? huh, oh, what? Ong? no... Out skiing, so, whazzup? I only got 3 bears, no, low alcohol only,...
They're out somewhere, drunk of course, making life miserable for the NTs they encounter. Clueless as to Mergatroyd's whereabouts. Don't remember right now whomever began to tell us her story, Mergatroyd's story that is. It was either Pakrat or tenaciouscj. They did however know something about The Great Compost Rat, cheese or not cheese, is as it happens, in their tow...
... and it's time for the casual observer to step in and say something brilliant.
-... eh?
-Always a joker. We've heard that one before...
-eh, chess?
-Applauds, applauds...
... and it's time for the casual observer to step out and hurry to the next ecstatic performance.
as in Björn. Or that lunatic that has taken office in the Swedish Government just recently...
Its Name: Mogfelat! And the perpendicular universe was nothing but a mere figment of imagination and as strong and withstanding as an eggshell can be when attacked by sun light for an inordinate amount of time (that time we never have when we need it the most), but then... something... fell up into the sky and its name was Mogfelat; the chicken from L
and say, "Oh, but hello there little fella, what's you're name?" and the chicken from L would answer. "My name is Mogfelat and I'm leasing the name for 99 years from a fella from Arkansas that used to have his log cabin being invaded by bears and what not. What's yours?"
"Hey, what are you doing to me?"
"?", mimed Ligferrat.
"Go to France, corny!"
"!", mimed Ligferrat.
"Look at me!" Said Mogfelat and begun to rearrange things. "Get off my case or I'll tell Edelen about this. He'll kick and scream like you never seen nothing before."
Ligferrat looked at Mogfelat and began to sulk and whine as though he had sold the butter and lost the money.
"Ahum, mister. You've got some serious issues that you should fix before you start and let me tell you this. I'm not Krazy Kat and you're no Ignatz! You're just a corner."
Ligferrat kept whining and little bits of the wall started to come off. A wind started to blow. The sky turned crimson and the trees whispered...
"What's that?" Ligferrat suddenly asked.
"What's what? Said Mogfelat, quickly scanning the immediate area.
"That whisper, don't you hear it?"
"Oh, that whisper, well mate, that's the trees you know. It's season."
"Season?" Echoed Ligferrat and fell to the ground.
"Hm, you're as small as me mate."
Ligferrat shuddered as an icy wind came down from the skies and scattered the dust and debris off of him.
"You want to know a secret?"
"Uhu."
"There's no easy way to say this but I am actually not a chicken."
"But you look like a chicken."
"Are you sure?"
"Er, no."
"Why's that?"
"Truth is that I've never seen a chicken before."
"Well, there you go."
"So what are you if you're no chicken?
"I'm Mogfelat, Quing of the Purple People."
"Sorry I slapped you, don't know what came over me." Said Ligferrat and started to weep.
"Oh, come on mate, don't weep over that, far as I'm concerned it never happened. Here you go, blow your nose." Said Mogfelat and fished up a hanky. Ligferrat reached up and took the hanky and put it to his nose and blew the better part of its contents into it.
"Was that nice or was it?"
"I feel like a youngster again and my, my, isn't that a good feeling."
"Great! Now, let's get going."
And so it went. Mogfelat and Ligferrat teamed up and as time went they became like one
(The need to quote Lawrence Ferlinghetti overwhelms me... but then it disappears entirely, resulting in this unfinished) Thought Mogfelat and Ligferrat simultaneous at the same time. (strange, I feel like Ligferrat) Thought Ligferrat. () Thought... and was lost 55.000 feet above Tokyo, or was it Kyoto? Asked,. Is that all you want? Answers? No, Bushido, Ka Wa Iii or Kawai. (The need to quote Spaghetti overwhelms me... but then it disappears entirely, resulting in this unfinished) Thoughts on Klee, Mondrian and Artur Bispo do Rosario
... simultaneous somewhere in the flatlands unhinged doors roam with the dodo's of the past and the horizon is a perfect circle; this is ground zero; this is the exact spot where the casual observer came up from the skies and set down feets and began to walk life into the world; to make real what was not; to be the androgynous god; the perfect sex; the ever present maker of beauty; the first and the last...
A whoosh was heard as the purple people eater almost fell into the dining room and Ligferrat was all mouth, teeth and hunger; the epitome of war. Mogfelat sat back in a corner and watched as Ligferrat consumed every last bit of the purple people eater and stood up and applauded when it was over. And only the next moment Mother was back with the tray of food which she set on the table.
"Time to eat now, boys! Btw, where's the guest?"
"Er, she came and went." Said Ligferrat.
"Oh!" said Mother," visibly 50% disappointed and 50% relieved. "Well, she's always been a little peculiar."
"Let's dig in then!" Said Mogfelat, uncornering himself, strolling up to the table, sitting down facing Ligferrat who then let out a belch that was heard widely around and left people wandering around searching for its origin.
"Lucky me," said Mogfelat and removed his ear protection equipment.
It just dawned on me that my posts almost always have ends. How embarassing. Here's something with no end.
"Lucky me," said Mogfelat and started to remove his ear protection equipment because now he couldn't
9. Nothing "in the shape of burnt matches"?
... good, joyous and it was laughing but what was it? Where had he seen this before? What had he been doing then? Oh, right... installing some pipes, and he had heard something and looked around to see, but there was nothing there. Had there ever been? He didn't know. Couldn't say. Didn't want to guess. No, not again! Not Again! Not now! Maybe later. Somewhere off to the side of a road on a grassy, but shaded, area. A few beers. Oh, yes. Cold beers!!! Yes! Now he knew what was in the kitchen; Cornad, the human tornado and he
Fingers appear in the crack... The noise is deafening but discernable amongst it is "Ingts Imnt Corned Beaf, Imnt Cornad, Imst Quirinus"... More fingers appear in the crack, An explosion, A queer device, Noise of feet rushing through a narrow hall, It is red, NO, It es rid, NO, Etsi dir, NO...
Airplanes roar...
More and more fingers appear in the crack... He can't hold his breath anylonger. He puts it down on the x and goes to