Too Un-dread
Each dandelion flower head produces 200 seeds. The square root of 200 is 14.1421356237 Ben Folds Five have a song …
Category Archives: Words and Curious Creations From the Troposphere.
The Unmeasured Meld.
On the darkest of nights, Through a circular window, Two orbs of despair I espy. Crinkled drifts of rejection Sprawl …
Prized
By happenstance, Esme won a prize after leaving the 100th comment on the post – ‘Contentedness embodied (Part Two)’ upon …
You’re not the Messiah, you’re a very naughty boy!
This made me chuckle; there a was study recently undertaken, the subject of which was the book Cloud Atlas by …
Boil ’em, mash ’em, stick ’em in a stew.
This year’s first bucket of potatoes – Kestrel no less! (There’s even a small sign – (it’s a sign I tell …
Showtime!
Firstly, and most foremostly, ahead of all other thoughts and considerations, before any Johnny-come-lately or Jemima-come-hither subject tries to muscle …
Ribald Rhymes – Give me your anonymous limericks dear followers *winning smile* (35 present offerings! Open until the 13th)
Today we observe that stalwart within the world of poetry…The Limerick! Now, before I continue, I should point out that this …
Introducing Rosie.
Introducing Rosie, (aka Rosie-roo/the Rosester/Rosy-posy (pudding and pies), the new addition to the Cloud. (Esme lost her previous, beloved furry last …
Fielded.
You will like this. There’s a small tie-in to something of Esme’s too, here – Scare-less Crowing Actually. …
Only the Future Knows.
Margaret Atwood and David Mitchell have offered up their latest novels to the future, for they shall only be read in one hundred …
Simulcast Fragment – Sally Putamenks – 810552 – Hold On.
I’ve just popped into the bathroom to . . .’freshen up’ for the evening’s activities. That’s what I’ve told Jacob …
The Aloof
Just an average Saturday night at the Cloud’s watering hole, The Singularity Saloon. Get those dapper chaps at …
Under Canvas.
Intent. Upon the web, we as communicators lack all of the vast scope, the innumerable nuances of intonation, the slightest …
Heads (or rather hips) Up
For those of you wondering what esme is doing of late, rifling through your drawers in the past few days (a practice …
Hello My Little Chickadees.
Esme walks to centre stage and coughs… “Spring has sprung, The grass is griz. I wonder where, Da birdies is?”
Contentedness embodied (Part Two)
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Ethiopian Cleaning Ladies. By Steve Evans, London Having previously seen that our everyday apprehending of the…
Esmeralda and The Cloud 
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