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Boom chicka wow wow, Brand spanking new, Hat and shoes to match, new togs, next the world, playing her own oboe, So long sonmi and thanks for all the likes, the domain game
From today Esme is the owner of esmeuponthecloud.com, any previous linkage will be redirected to the appropriate expected (or unexpected – tales of etc) post though, so naught is lost there. It will take 72 hours to completely swap over, so you may not as yet see the change, but I am nothing if not patient – sits drumming her fingers looking very bloody impatient
I can change a great deal of the design elements on the main page that I’m leaving just the same as they are for I like things just fine as they stand for now falls about, and I’m pretty sure I should have access to a variety of fonts for the content of the posts, but can’t see suitable buttons. If not I’ll complain and throw a few cabbages but not send poo in the post or anything. We have standards to keep up.
I’ll be able to sell the book of power from here too. big eyes with a’ mwahahaha’ thrown in
- esme installing her best throne and donning her giant Empress wig (the wig is giant, not the Empress, ya cheeky piece.)
Esme's Cloud 
Oh my! Her Majesty has her own bigger cloud, to hold up that… that…
gaudy monstrosity of a mop atop that brilliant gleaming face, smile, and peculiar laugh you have right before you are about to remove someone with your stilettos up their buttocks! (wide, wide grin with a twinkle in his eye)
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You better believe it.
Hahahahahaha.
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The FIERY red suits you perfectly my Lady!!!
(grabs his left pectoral whispering, struggling for breath: “Be still my flaming heart and manly parts!”)
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“Be still my flaming heart and manly parts!”
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You can apply it yourself.
Hahahahahaha.
And thank you, though that isn’t my actual head.
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Is this Brexit related? Is esmeuponthecloud.com set up in Monaco or Luxembourg? Are you trying to avoid taxes?
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I’m above taxes sweetie. I’m the Empress.
Brexit shudders
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So is it your Cloud or just one you’re upon? I’m confused.
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It’s your age dearie, in a year from now you won’t need to worry about the Cloud, you’ll be too busy trying to work out what a shoe does.
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They don’t let me wear shoes in here, it’s slippers only. Doesn’t matter, the floors are like mattresses, same as the walls.
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Esme Cloud pushing a bag of sticky buns through the hole in the door.
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I trust you will still occasionally deign to converse with us mere mortals
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Your front row seat will always be reserved for Ben Naga. Unless you change your name, then it will be Lord of the Five Winds (gets out the smelling salts) or whatever other moniker you fancy. You can be whoever you want to be up here, it’s one of the perks of being a Cloudster.
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I only have one wind actually but I always deny it if accused.
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Blame it on the dog. Works a treat. So I hear.
Esme sat with Lee Marvin calling the wind Mariah upon the Cloud
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Sometimes you could just post nothing so I could read the witty replies. That’s all I can ask for in this little world. Some smart assery to brighten my day!
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Sometimes, that’s the plan. Hahahahaha. No, in truth it comes naturally to Esme and her ilk (she houses her elk in the holiday cottage). Hariod and other miscreants make it an easy ride of course. I actually refused to publish Mr Pink’s comment on my previous post, not for its cheek (of which there were two beakers) but due to the fact he ommited to also say anything of the poem’s merit – Hariod may behave badly, cheeks to the audience, but he always says something flattering before the carry on begins. I’m amazed he’s not a northerner. Hahahahaha. I’ve rarely moderated Pink mind you, he’s funny as the proverbial fuck. Mostly. Hahahahaha. Thanks for stopping by Kris, always a pleasure to have you upon the Cloud. ❤️
Esme juggling the jests and still managing to wave upon the Cloud
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It always helps me put in perspective my Minnesota “Nice”! 😇
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Minnesota. Fargo! Have you seen the series? There’s the original film too of course. I’m almost at the end of the third series at the moment and I love the accent so much, is that what you sound like? I’m hoping the answer is ‘You betchya’ with a sideways tilt of the head. The ‘nice’ booms out and if it didn’t look so darn cold I’d happily come and live there. Yar.
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I do sound sorta like that when I am surrounded by family. But it’s more like “Yah, sure.” The you betcha is a bit Hollywood. People here have a love/hate with Fargo. They either think it’s a hysterical characterization of our culture (mostly true) or they don’t get it and find it offensive. You can guess which camp I fall in! My husband actually went to college in Fargo and “up there” it really is pretty darn accurate. We’re cityfolk so we’ve evolved 😉
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Hahahahaha, brilliant. I saw a series recently where an american chap was trying to be from London and by the Gods it was so appalling it kept distracting me from the story. I don’t know how they get it quite so wrong at times. I’ll say one thing, it’s better for the world to think you’re all nice as apple pie than utter gits!
Esme Cloud evolving as she types
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It’s a Dot Com! We’re so very proud!!
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Hahahahahahahahahaha.
Thank you John!
-Esme Cloud collecting a bouquet after the free bog-standard affix cord is cut.
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Congratulations! Will now try to think of a cloud-warming gift suitable to the occasion. 😀
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Thank you Meeka, a disco ball might just do the trick! Hahahahaha.
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What a brilliant idea! Check the pigeon coop in a month or three. 🙂
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I sense in this upgrade and in your reference to a certain book of power, a gathering of forces, as if the cloud is darkening somehow, swelling with crystalline particles of poesy that have all been carefully recruited from points of sky both near and far, instructed, cajoled and tempered, and now are all lined up in rows, readying themselves for a plunge into the land of mere mortals below. (Where I live.) The cloud has engulfed those pesky WordPress Ads. The cloud is beginning to swirl, and pulse, and tremble. (I’m seeing lightning, by the way, and hail. And Esme somewhere up there, a red, bouffant speck in my vision, cackling away.)
I am smitten, I must say.
Michael
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Well . . . you can stay for tea sir.
Hahahahaha. Beautifully constructed comment Michael, plus, I know the sentiment is solid gold within there too. Thanking you very muchly and kindly. ❤ I’m going to collect a few, hmm, recommendations, or perhaps opinions might be a better word, regarding Esme and her Cloud and the words in this place, so I can pop them at the start or end, or inside out of said book (this is, in all honesty, more for my own memories and connections to those who have and still do travel with me on this wee unusual adventure in the troposphere, than to show those unfamiliar with it all how enjoyable they may possibly find it), and you are very much on the list of folks I shall be asking for the chore. I’m asking Hariod too, of course, I just need him to keep all the knob and ball jokes out, which will be a tremendous task these days.
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