Kamloops - Flin Flon

Without the Surface We Climb

It’s larger than you bought

It’s bigger than it’s not
How did you manage to get a handle on it?
It’s horns suredly were squeezing violence
With the Jerky Guild admitting to its pleasures while you pin it counter-clockwise
Now what you have managed the handle
Enter it in the cat fight
Enter it in the cat show, you know


Where it’ll find it’s value is there, which is where the twisted plees are heard


And if there’s a time to grapple again, try not to overbake when you can fry them crispy
The dig miners have approached and what should I tell them now? That it’s sent off wired and wrapped?
Or better yet…
“For fool’s gold we march
For fool’s gold we dig
Don’t, don’t let ‘em, don’t let ‘em break the bread”

I have learned there are two paths for every destination in life. One leads to the destination and the other leads there as well. Choosing doesn’t matter. Take for instance Charles Schultz’s Peanuts strip of comics and how Linus has nothing to do with my first sentences in this post. Then swing back down here and forget what you read -  unless you grab a piece and wear it softly…maybe this...The last time a lightning bolt went soaring through the sky downward I noticed it. Within the time it went from the sky to about ten ft. above the ground I found my rusty fishing net in the upper-left corner of my garage andstrung it fresh with thicker, new string. I rushed over to the open field where I had the feeling it would touch down and caught it with my newly-laced net. I let it cool down, broke it into pieces, and sold each with the earnings going toward keeping all urban fountains flowing for their existence, even in strict economic times when a city may be strapped for water-pump funds and the rest went to piggy banks of the homeless…

Q~ What was John Lennon's favorite after dinner treat?

A~ Tapi-yoko Ono

I wonder if my generation, X and Y, will ever feel the power of a rock n' roll resurgence..., the baby boomers are nice, but we deserve a taste too..

(imagine below in cursive, or cursif, depending on your dialect)


Hear ye, hear ye!
I hearby declare today, the twenty-seventh day of Janurary as: Eat Mass Loads of Pastries Day.


With pleasure,
Colonel Sugarplump Cherrytart

Half of gigantic spools would be superb tables...

Please Welcome the Addicts

Don’t ignore the light-hearted lunatics


They are only shy
And never deny your own realm


Above all else, look inside to try ‘n find a better escapee
As that soul is a fierce cream-filled dreamboat
And your lightning rod is never sold
But if you coose to buy it, I’ll pitch in my own cents,
An heirloom,
And my copper earmuffs