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"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy- they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom." -Marcel Proust, Anywhere you seek Anywhere you stand, Friends come and go like waves of the ocean but the true ones stick like an octopus on your face., Oi you!, Patience will deliver Fire from the spark, Polite applause excepted To the ones selected, Pop Goes the Weasel, Put it in the ground where the flowers grow Gold and silver shine, She wakes me up in the morning through squeaking in my dreams, You and I are more than friends. We’re like a really small gang.
I refer of course to you dear readers — the fearless and faithful – points to the audience, as solid a band of the finest and freakiest folks in the troposphere and beyond as one, two or several could ever wish for.
Esme has garnered a few new followers over the past few months, and so thought that once again she would fill in the unaware (not easy to scare waves at Little Fears) of the score on the door here upon the Cloud. I would simply post a link to the last post informing folks of said malarkey, but people can never be arsed to click links so I’ll copy some of that, add some of this, chuck in a bit of vanilla essence and bake for twenty minutes. – feels she’s drifting off subject yet again and reels Esme back to the here and now (ish)
Energy is an issue for this particular Cloud dancer, and circumstance leaves Esme with no choice but to be extra frugal with her time, for she has been – and shall continue to be indefinitely – having some rather harsh medical treatment. It drains her immensely, (rests upon her sofa briefly looking like Greta Garbo) and as if that’s not enough, she’s also writing and hand-illustrating *(prints and pen and ink – (no it does not stink, thank you at the back in the trilby looking disturbed, confused and bilious** – (**also the name of Esme’s firm of solicitors)* – a small book (growing larger as we speak/mime/dance/eat pickled gherkins) of poems and short stories, and the proof reading alone is ageing her by the day (laughs and waves at her proof-reader/editor/miracle-worker who waves back weakly and looks like he lives in hell the poor sod).
The upshot? I shall post as often as I can, for I do love being here, with my fellow bedlamites upon the Cloud – but there is no way in heaven/Dante’s Inferno/Aldi/The Pound Shop/Half a Sixpence that I can keep up with all your lovely blogs all the time. Some of you post every day, some several times a week, some every leap year (or so it seems – (Uses a pea shooter to wake them up with a bullseye in the right buttock) so I’ll be doing a ‘catch-up’ every now and again, and will try my utmost best to comment as often as feasible upon your digital papyrus.
A shout out to a few new word lovers I found recently, and to all my followers, ye olde loony Cloudy crew – Yo dogs – waves a gold chain about but doesn’t grab her crotch. I am extremely grateful for your continuing presence upon the Cloud, for you enrich Esme’s life with your wondrous wordage and mad shit**. (**technical troposphere term* – some of this post may be edited away to nothing after it has been eyeballed good and proper, so make the most of it now, I can’t have it turning up in The Daily Wail when famous). No need to say anything about all that above my dears — the health and meds etc, it is as it is and no more.
Esme is aware that the lack of an appearance at their own gaff (blog/virtual place of abode) will not do for some bloggers, as they feel they should get back as much as they give — she quite understands that, and asks that if this means they won’t be staying, that they shut the door on the way out, leave their Cloud cape and Monocle of power with her maid (Hariod) and bugger off pronto.
Hahahahaha.
Thanks to you all – Esme and The Cloud ❤
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Well Pink’s nutty as a fruitcake yet he posts every three bleedin’ hours!
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He’s just on a voracious streak Hariod. I can’t keep up, but enjoy all I can.
Esme leaving H with the image of Mr Pink streaking as she raises a glass laughing upon the Cloud
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HAHAHAHAHA
Ahem.
Esme awaiting the Pink one upon the Cloud
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Once I let ideas out into the world, I can not think about them, for a while.
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This is exactly how my poems work too. ‘Out damn spot’ and all that, though I do very much like the spot itself.
Esme agreeing heartily with Mr Pink upon the Cloud
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Wots ‘e on abaht then?
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Like a release of thought that’s building up and up and swirling around your head againandagainanditjustwon’tleaveyoualoneforfivedamnminutesandthen you . . . post it. And go and get a nice glass of something breathing out for a while.
Esme saying it from her side at least upon the Cloud
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Oh, I geddit, like me and the gorilla dressed as a nun, you mean?
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Yes of course.
Esme taking the drugs off Hariod upon the Cloud
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Esme/Hariod… I was thinking “a release of thought that’s building up and up and swirling around your [tiolet bowl]…” but I see here I was slightly mistaken. (large twisted grin)
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Just for you Professor . . .
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If I had a nickle for every blog I commented on or followed without recompense I would be like, “hey, this is pretty easy money… I should do this full time” but then I would be like, “where is all this money coming from – who pays bloggers 5 cents for not getting the quid pro quo they expect” then I would send it all back because it just doesn’t seem right… there has to be some sort of strings attached, and I will be no one’s puppet.
Be that as it may, I figure the internet is not going away anytime soon – like a garden we only stroll through on occasion – the blossoms are well appreciated; as opposed to working in a flower shop where if I have to see another bloody freakin’ flower I am going to do something that will not be very well received… where was I?
Whatever. More power to you Esme. Thank you for caring. And for that you shall be repaid.
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Some folks see it all as an equal trade; you scratch my blog and I’ll scratch yours – ‘like for like’ quite literally. If they follow you and you don’t follow them back they think it rude and shortly after they disappear themselves. I’ve even had people leave (unpublished) comments saying things like “Hey, I love your blog, it’s awesome! Come and follow me now please!” – Good grief. And they aren’t spammers in the traditional sense, they’re just people wanting numbers, addicted to wanting stats, thinking it’s true popularity. It’s nice to be followed, yes indeed, but only if people actually want to read you for heaven’s sake. There’s a selfish streak running through blogland and it’s usually filled with what appear to be the ‘nicest’ of people. Whereas the ones who say what they truly think, and write what they want when they wish to tend to be my kind of rough diamonds. True sparklers, not cubic zirconias. Esme thinks she should steer clear of more rock comparisons so moves on swiftly
“More power to you Esme. Thank you for caring.” – I do. They aren’t stats to me, they’re people, as are you, and a fine chap at that masodo – beams and shakes his hand happily And I’m willing to give up some privacy in order to make that clear to people.
“And for that you shall be repaid.” – If it can be in two pence pieces that would be great as then I can play this machine forever and ever.
Thank you good sir. I really appreciate those words.
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I just watched 12 minutes of 2 Pence Pushing… riveting!
Just the sort of entertainment I never knew I needed but have come to expect whenever I sit before the cloud. Good times 😀
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Hahahahaha. I seriously have to be dragged away from such machines when visiting the seaside. That’s the only time I come across them. And the odds work out in such a way that you win back just enough for it to feel worth having another few shots. And once in a blue moon…a whole treasure trove drops out and you whoop with joy, then add it up abd find out it amounts to around two pounds and fifty pence. falls about. I’m glad it intrigued you so!
Esme the Cloudster also a big fan of the one armed bandits when they took a penny a pull
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I am on a facebook page called “Grow your blog”. It is entirely transactional: leave a link on a thread, click on every single other link, or comment on ten of them, or whatever, comment “Done” on the fb thread when finished. Comment meaningfully! they enjoin us. No “Nice blog!” comments!
I don’t use it, though, because I don’t want to be read at all.
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“I don’t use it, though, because I don’t want to be read at all.” – Hahahahahaha. Well you should be read, whether you like it or not! There was a time when I didn’t wish to be read too. Long time. I’m getting used to it now. But then it’s all about where you’re coming from within and what you’re exposing to the world.
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Enjoying your (prescription) drug experience? You do make me laugh out loud here in public where it’s least likely to appear at all sane. ” … disturbed, confused and bilious** – (**also the name of Esme’s firm of solicitors) …” HA!! funnee 😉 ” … waves a gold chain about but doesn’t grab her crotch.” Got me there again, madame.
On a serious note (for in my life, there is always one lurking), I do wish you the very best and hold you in a warm bear hug while swaying delightfully inside this healing bubble in my thoughts. And do consider the streaming rainbow unicorns flying through the troposphere directly leveled at you – these for levity and the alchemy of healing. ❤ ❤ ❤
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“Enjoying your (prescription) drug experience?” – I’d have to answer that with a resounding shout from the rooftops of ‘NO!’. No siree, ma’am, misses, and the like. I enjoy all the non prescription ones though. Hahahahaha. Nice pick up on the solicitors and my crotch Bela – laughs and shakes her hand
Thank you for the healing thoughts and love I can feel streaming across the aether to me. I appreciate it very much indeed. ❤ ❤ ❤
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You do make me giggle, Esme! 🙂 Just one question, though. Does your maid wear the uniform? 😉
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Yes, and she can give a damn good pedicure when I can keep her off the pear cider too!
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Hi esme, It’s an honor to wear the name tag “fearlessly faithful patently patient pal.” I’ve placed it over my heart because I am a proud patently patient pal — also proudly fearless, and faithful, and stuff like that 🙂
But I also like the original Groucho:
“I don’t care to belong to a club that accepts people like me as members.”
I do not need to worry about that on the sentient cloud, I have an official membership, I’ve paid my dues — just as Jack Burton paid his:
“When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, looks you crooked in the eye, and asks you if you paid your dues; you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol’ Jack Burton always says at a time like that: “Have you paid your dues, Jack? Yes sir, the check is in the mail.”
🙂
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Aw, you are indeed and I’m just as proud to have you aboard Bill ❤
That’s a cracking quote, and reminded me of another of his;
“Just remember what ol’ Jack Burton does when the earth quakes, and the poison arrows fall from the sky, and the pillars of Heaven shake. Yeah, Jack Burton just looks that big ol’ storm right square in the eye and he says, “Give me your best shot, pal. I can take it.” – Sounds about right eh?! Hahahahaha. Thank you dear Bill. Most appreciated.
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Mak wishes Esme well.
I have seen comments where a blogger asks to be followed. I will follow only if what someone writes interests me. And even then, don’t ask me to follow.
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‘Ow very dare they!’ Says Esme. Pfft. I’m happy to have other blogs recommended of course, but it’s a bit off to recommend yourself, not the best start and all that – laughs
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I like the thought of an electric bike. I sit and it does all the going.
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That’s the genius, also if you pretend to pedal you look much fitter than you really are.
Esme falling about upon the Cloud
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Especially uphill. I would be going past everyone like it’s downhill.
Mak thanking Esme for the great idea
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Esme winking and shaking mak’s hand upon the Cloud
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Mmmmm, what I very nice image you’ve given this angelic Professor! THIS is how I imagine my Fair Lady Esme upon the Titanic Clouds…
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You always crack me up. Get some rest upon that cloud and don’t fall off. A
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My work here is done. – swishes her cape of hilarity, bows and flies off to crack up some other lucky sod.
Esme laughing and thanking Anarette upon the Cloud
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😀
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-giggles- No intention of buggering off so there. :p Wave when you come up for air and get cracking with that book!
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Yes miss! Thank you for buggering off nowhere hahahaha.
Esme getting down to it right now as it happens upon the Cloud
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Just as well. -cracks whip-
[non-lethal only as the tip is blunted with a cupcake – strawberry icing and whipped cream]
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That reads proper kinky that does misses. Have you met Professor Taboo at all? Hahahahaha
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Calamity Jane! My favourite Doris Day movie. Oh now I know you’re a kindred spirit. 😀
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Ha! Yes, it’s her best film I agree. Don’t get me started on old musicals mind you.
Esme singing every word and and every part in ‘Paint Your Wagon’ upon the Cloud laughing
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Awww…but I love musicals. The King and I, Carousel, old Jeanette McDonald/Nelson Eddy movie-tunes, Fred Astaire….
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Fra da Lousyanna swamps I sez ta Flem the Unknowing- see thar, thet one with gilt edging, a proper vapor, thet. Take an fill o fair wishes and fairer helth, ye kno, taken same to yon maiden in reclinatory disportment pon thet un and say ta er thet time is no pickle, ye ken, an gi a warmish hand squoze and kiss pon the prow, atter washing around yer earholes, ye kno”.f
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Totes Ro-bro, totes, nods tekkin’ em-Cee bak int’ sonmi-some there fo’ sure, an wid tanks a-plenty fo’ it m’dear.
– Emster-C she ‘pon Clowd a smilesome
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Thank you for being a peep and not a stat Esme. Blogging is about peeps connecting with peeps, not peeping their horns.
I’m catching up and enjoyed the giggle and the conversation here today 💛
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I am a devilish peeper Val. I have awards for my peeping capabilities in fact. _ grins
Stats, sheesh. I mean don’t get me wrong I’m always keeping an eye on who is visiting, because it’s rather good fun that, but numbers are only that; numbers. Peeps are the communicators, that’s what we really need too. Thanks for stopping by Val.
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Peeping right back at you 💛
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take up an satisfy o clean wishes and cleaner helth, ye kno, taken like to yon initiatory in reclinatory disportment pon thet un and suppose ta er thet sentence is no pickle, ye ken, an gi a warmish helping hand squoze and kiss pon the prow, atter wash around yer earholes, ye kno”.
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By ‘eck an’ ah’ll see thi, nay e’en gan tae the top a our stirs, awavin’ an’ a curtsee throwin in tae boot!
And very nice it was of you to say so. – beams and shows squeaky clean ear lugs to one and all
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