Friday, January 23, 2009

Searched

SearchedSearchedSearchedThere needs to be a new search box with a Robot™®Searcher to answer stupid questioners. We want to knoe the namme of a game we played only once and then forgot we need the first letter of that lost gamin namme to play to find it in the alphabetic slot to have a place to start. The Robot Brain would scratch its head in figurative and then make an educated guess the game is like a circle it spins it’s got colored bars when you get three in a row it takes them out eye rally played it more than once but no one needs to knoe not even Robot so when eye click it turns and tries to get me to delete mye turn its planets each turn is a Globe of Planets actually only one they look so similar as they turn it must be clones. Now surely this Robotic Searcher can tell me the first letter of the game. What is its namme. Eye won more often then eye lost oh knoe eye am giving it away the Robot answers carefully AH HA earthiling you played this game more than only once you must have played it twice to win more than you lost. Advise go to Miniclips.com and search again go down the list and try. When gaming and writing writing is the same you win and some you lose the GEMS stick out much better in a field of Stones. Eye played a new game today its Ringtoss and eye won two levels up then the third level would not let me win the six rings stumped. Eye believe the rules was fixed the momentum off for eye fixed the first mistakes before the game was threw but nothing happened the level down and done the ringer was not true. What is that game the Universe it’s called and GOD is playing on his Central Computor user namme is Jesus. He is so much better than the eye. Let us leave it up to him. The Rules are way twoo tough and mistakes are hard to handle. For a child plays rough and anger comes to hand and player reaches down and smashes toys all gone. New Player Up.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

CadaverPalaver

CadaverPalaverCadaverPalaverCadaverPalaverWhat a stiff would say if only he still could OR where is Waldo now? At the very least eye don’t have to face the boss on Monday.There is no further need to work so many late hours.I decided to sleep in. I called in sick. The checque is still in the mail. No more blue collar Thursdays at the club. No three martini lunches.They are missing me down at the old workplace. They don’t have me to kick around anymore. Don’t sell yourself short.Time is money.Time is of the essence.I do not need any headphones now. I should have told Aunt Martha where the money jar is hid. I do not worry about that ring around the collar now that pesky ring. I can’t get no satisfaction.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

THE FACE

THE FACE THE FACETHE FACEThe womans smile.A girl becoming adult.Retaining innocence and bless.Nothing should ever bring a frownto such a visage or crown.The poet is spoiled by this.Much too close to the mother of the child.Making places in his heartto just try to keep the memory.Of face`s smile.