Inherent in the human race are needs to swathe the body in skins of other creatures more furry or more gaudy— leather pants to cover up their lower naked form, with a furry jacket to keep the top half warm.
The entrance to a muskrat’s den is always underwater, which furnishes protection for his mate and son and daughter. Adopting such safe measures is prevalent in those whose shiny coats are popular in making human clothes.
It’s inherent in her nature that my friend just marries losers. She says that she likes nice guys, then she hooks up with these bruisers. I introduced her to a gentle man I hoped could be her type, but she judged him with her eyes instead of listening to my hype.
He was placid, kind and jovial, but had a shiny head, so she chose a sexy surly love interest instead. Although the nicer guy leaves her feeling somewhat curious, it seems her needs are better met by a man more furious.
Since I come from where the horses live, you’ll find these words superlative.
More than one savvy equine has told me that it’s asinine to expect a horse to dine on hamburger or pork or fishes, for it goes against his wishes.
If he gives in to your urges, you can soon expect his purges. Burger, hot dog, tail or fin will soon come out where it’s gone in! Don’t seek to change what horses eat, for if you do, you’ll meet defeat.
Soon enough real journalism will become anachronism. Cretins overly ambitious will decide that it’s propitious to forever go online quoting “truths” most asinine, overlooking elemental wisdom that is fundamental, adding to the whole tableau with things they “think” but do not “know,” and God have mercy on the masses who vote to reelect these asses.
Prompts can be unpredictable. Of that you can be sure— if not impossible to use, then probably obscure. It’s hard not to exaggerate when words are such a stretch. Hard not to bitch about them. Hard not to whine and kvetch.
We march in lock step in these blogs, so penitent we’re not. It is the prompters who weave tangled nets in which we’re caught. It’s hard for us to devise plans that make use of each word and add alliteration? Folks it is absurd!!!!
Frost never had such rules to follow–and such provocations. No such tribulations and no such vacillations. No trying to put up with a prompt that was absurd, but on the other hand, he had to think up every word.
Even though our fridge is huge since we chose to embiggen it, everything worth munching or gulping down or swiggin’ it seems to always be in back or buried in a pile at the bottom of a stack of foods that we revile.
Of course all of us realize it isn’t too judicious to hide in back the very foods that we find most delicious. We’re in receipt of evidence yet judgement’s been suspended about the guilty family member who’s been apprehended
burying the good food, for though there is no doubt of who hid all the cookies behind the sauerkraut, while we’ve been eating lettuce, the guy who has been “pie”ing it is the selfsame person who, alas, is the one buying it.
A reaching hand in the Basilica of the Virgin of Guadlupe in Mexico City
Art Imitates Nature
Suspended in this plastic world, my heart a gaping wound if not for all the beauty in which it is cocooned. How would we salvage anything from war and greed and lust without art’s kind revision of all that is unjust to make us reclaim hope in life simply because we must? It’s the alchemy of nature to which we are beholden. It takes our baser natures, transforming them to golden.
A wizard in the kitchen, she performed well her thaumaturgy by transforming porridge into fine cuisine for me. Each dish she served just seemed my hunger to inflate as she put spells on my stomach and magic on my plate.
Her stew pot made by blood boil, her milk pudding made me purr, every single dish a symbol of my love for her. Then lying in her oaken bed, my hunger still intact, She finally quenched my appetite. And that, folks, is a fact!!!!!
I got a hot rod Ford, and a two dollar bill
And I know a spot right over the hill
There’s soda pop and the dancing’s free
So if you wanna have fun, come along with me
Say hey, good lookin’ – what ya got cookin’?
How’s about cooking somethin’ up with me?
I’m free and ready, so we can go steady
How’s about savin’ all your time for me? No more lookin’, I know I been tookin’
Hows about keepin’ steady company?
I’m gonna throw my date book over the fence
And buy me one for five or ten cents
I’ll keep it till it’s covered with age
Cause I’m writin’ your name down on every page
Say hey, good lookin’ – what ya got cookin’?
How’s about cookin’ somethin’ up with me?
Grooming tasks inside the the zoo seem to go on forever with so many body parts to clean or trim or sever, but when it comes to manicures, one group must be exempted, for when it comes to ungulates, the groomers are not tempted to attempt to trim the hooves of rhino or of elephant. Even the most burliest of manicurists find they can’t!!!
And in respect to dentistry, though elephants are easy, when it comes to giraffes, zoo dentists are most queasy. Giraffes are not unruly, capricious or uncouth. The problem is the distance between the turf and tooth. And thinning out a lion’s mane simply can’t be done. Relinquishing their hairs? They won’t part with even one.
And every time the groomers’ van goes into parking gear, far up in the shady green, the monkeys disappear. For though every mosquito, every flea and every tick that invades their body may itch or make them sick, inter-monkey grooming is a method sure to please better than the insect sprays, which only make them sneeze!
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 