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Thread: Hop on Pop Nonstop
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Trudy Scrumptious
BBE Shieldmaiden
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The wiry canine of indeterminate breed a crossbreed, a mongrel, perhaps even a rescue dog soars into the air, propelled by some force that we can never see. Pup is up, but how? Mongrel Canine is, inexplicably, capable of self-powered flight, or perhaps of Olympic-level leaps. He or she, gender is never clear is elated, thrilled to be airborne. The proud tilt of his tail, the perky ears, tell the story: pup is up, and Mongrel Canine could not be more delighted with his ability to fly.
And yet, he is grounded. And much, much smaller than we had suspected, for Mongrel Canine is now confined within a common, everyday teacup. A dog powerful enough to fly, yet small enough to fit into a cup!! How does this come to be?
Dont trouble yourself with unanswerable questions, Joyous Mongrel Canine advises us. Lay aside reason; immerse yourself in intuition. Accept the impossible: the canine can fly. The canine can be contained within a cup, yet cannot be bound by the laws of gravity. Myself am Dog, and all dogs.
And, lo! The mystery deepens, for not only is pup in cup cup is on pup. The paradox is complete. Joyous Philosophical Mongrel Canine is both within and beneath the cup. Cup contains Pup; Pup supports Cup. Dog is in cup, and cup is in Dog. Accept the metaphor, and sink into it, even as dogself sinks into the cup. Be blissful as Dog is blissful, Joyous Philosophical Mongrel Canine advises us without words, with only a smile and an endlessly wagging tale.
Pup is up. Pup is in cup. Cup is on pup. Perhaps, even, in some way we cannot fathom, Pup IS Cup. As are we all.
Amen.
[ 18. September 2014, 08:33: Message edited by: Trudy Scrumptious ]
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Marvin the Martian
Interplanetary
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Please allo* me to introduce myself, Im a man of *ealth and taste. The latter is evident by my fabulous adornment of vivid red hair, *hich indeed suits the appelation that attaches to me, for truly * am kno*n to one and all as Red. Red is me, and * Am Red.
The Great Red has no need of frantic activity, being indeed pleased to remain *ithin the confines of a duvet upon a bed. A bed, mark you, that can e*pand or contract to suit as many as **** to join The Great Red in his denial of activity. This bed - yea, this procrustean bed, for surely all must eventually reside beneath its duvet - sho*s its capability by e*panding to allo* the entry of three of The Great Red's disciples, themselves being kno*n as Ned, Ted and Ed.
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Hail Gallaxhar
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