work toqether per son , pi ace

work toqether

per son , pi ace


Jly man,

but when……


John appo cameras around,

whole time occasion,



scoping out getting together –

ve 1°ns’ t^irimself –

official little furone eye looking

quite anotheitential subjects.






Talking head, pasty






But When ….. ?



 John APO – camera,



All the way,

Even number Coverage collection –


Formally 1 itself


Please look at the eyes of a small fre-on……..

Very offensive topics.


Large numbers of Red,

suddenly cooperation under the Near East


You talk about entertainment…..


The camera only Jlyn and …

participate horn &


All the low-flow devices,



Absorption Method ID number

emergency cover.




Let’s take a look at the conditions……

Slightly heart, if you are open to the mood of the clowns on the other side of the door –



Uncertain Narrative: Post ob Q 1-4



As fluttering hands weep silently,

She relents on condition,

that he not travel unaccompanied –


shadows seen carving

the lines of the mountains with glaciers,

protected by a wooden box,

lay next to a smaller one of tin,

a package tied with faded ribbon

cut from some forgotten heart.

Forest smiles, useful for loneliness –
first of all,

He will lead this box of sleeping lyres

and do this –
this is four of seven,

the only protector,

feathers dancing with moonlight mist.



The stranger wanted to be left alone,

so he kept moving, moving,

moving unconsciously carrying

his first valentine

as the solitary farm-house,

filled with ravens

playing fiddles merrily,

recedes into memory .



That is his so so sewing,

don’t you think;

for if a rock-star falls

alone in the woods,

does anyone sing the blues ?



Free Verse Format


Often silent archaeology

wish forbidden bells’ secrets –

frosty pagan puppeteers.



Byzantine roundabout body

diffidently drains year –

trail calls bones again .


Pamphlet addition paints

illuminated STOP –

a field kitchen cockatoo denouement.



Defective foot fallacy- orange

denotation constructing emotional appeal –

at the bottom of the paper pool

the Weary Detective pens slogans.


In nearby Eindhoven,

Never miss………………. the movement

Cycle the Van Gogh


This  piece of Broken Folklore includes a Dadaist Fairy Tale Analysis, and accompanying Asemic Collage Illustrations. Any resemblance between the characters/events in this tale and any persons, living or likewise, is an archetypal synchronicity . Please refrain from leaving any significance & empty popcorn containers under your seat.


Found Poetry: Six obnoxious earlier guys and women – conduct defined.

6 obnoxious earlier guys & women –

conduct defined.

A Found Poem from Spam comments,

rich in random hyper-links,

visual metaphors of whimsical uncertainty,

& Dadaist profundity.

particular aged categories

make use of kipper kisses –

believer of means,

like Molecules with the Potential,

deliver healing power to stressed cells!!!

While other weeks, they master endgame –

attainment cost fumes –

right after linden tree jerhgy ,

ohm sun departed from branches –

Small wings flutter in the twilight.


Style only increases yearly,

qualifies happiness,

but fans waited for the screen adaptation.

Some results have a very low body fat increase –

This is not completely unknown.

Age, in many cases,

think of a long way to go before you sleep,

is a human-level mathematical model –

Winter in the cabbage patch

grows a bitter wind.   



We designed the system between the stars,

but we are adapting this model to cabbage.

Oh how most reports are surprisingly bigger !

I am starting to get a sense of things that might be,……

It smells like Ruth’s song, full of the flowers of Spring.

Grandchildren, sand, good price galleries, and group finance –

no solution to broken memories.


The Id Ate Asia ,

the yams our family –

it is the entire fichu – separate from reality.


Most of you slide whistle,

just an amorphous cummerbund

towards washboard tummy

Liver-spotty Dragons are Now Here !


Want to manipulate for the money ?!

Lean muscles and blond skin cells on your body may turn to spiritual hash tags-

is the road flat & easier as a calm smile ?

Waste knot, want knot.


If you lose yourself to the bodily cellphone mineral, hand mild damage to the WiFi.

If we could get easy broadband to heaven, in a natural way, wars and poverty would be a thing of the past.

Why choose? Anyway, you probably should start to lose minerals inside the bones of the Moon .



Family distinction amidst the wonders of the industrial revolution,

as toys, displaying surprisingly big eyes,

weep for lost childhood –

Only Here can You Buy Similes at This Price !

We have them Now for a Limited Time !

You can Win Biggles Bigley!




At the beginning of the century, they reported an Age of Four Myth Rooms.

Re-make your kitchen


save money at the same time !

The first sighting provided no information of the place. To see is to know the adaptation of the animal going backwards. Outside of the head of the black cabbage requires proper equipment. Well, muscle, skin, and famous logo bodes yellow turnips on slimming equipment.


Ice was doing slippery dances

continually searching,

four retail professionals

exemplify the ideals,

the Hoar Frost of customer service,

luxury & beauty.



In most cases, they are described as outer marsupials, but there are other reports that describe the appearance of red eyes, ghosts, or surprisingly large sheaths carried by strange animals.


Your brass goes away, as well as your body image –

at intervals of a great feast,

entire body fat surges up to 30 percentage points –

how like the steps of childhood,

we seek a perfect time, a happier place,

dreams dwell here.


Approximating Inner date stasis aroma scramble flans

our ab stasis muscles envision

People’s performance –

the consequence is that this reshapes

the accomplished dory issuer’s granular kindness.

following around many dog shells,

all the time,


near to your trusty bell towers .

What you may not have is Indigo date aphasia scam , so prorogue red blankets.


Beyond happiness, Ferra-jero Distance

Can not I touch your heart?

Please tell me that you are dead or moribund.


Standing in the shadows of fluttering wings –

Practical hot touch of the hand extends to the west.

Crimson will swell in the east.


A lower part of the edge is well-being;

Persistent semi-spiral standing is difficult –

Dirt Configurations expand,

like crop circles on the beach.


The free will of the forest sings;

The bicycle of the cables

call out – who are we to gauge?

The connection is the only linen.

The sum is an associate victim.

We are the methodology that have to sit in stillness.

All of us are just Word-boards of All meaning, left unspoken.

Take the memory for the name.



The syllogism is obtained by the result

Same smell and feel with the same dog.

A dream attaches a ship.



Considering the detritus muscle,

Pineapples are Available Now!

These muscles allows you to write your reputation –

Oh, so smartly, in all those banks of compacted snow.


 Experts’ claims would mean you only need to not position eagle wings in the hall. Stones are the extent of your used total.


Time cracks into slide light –

Connection to elder towers of dignity.

Bluebirds in your getup is the best crematorium.


 It must include spunk out the side of the spaceship of your affections,

pearl gardens of lost tomorrows hoarding his hoary spleen.


You’ll wonder where the Yellow went,

that hath a mint of phrases in his brain – Okey-Dokey.


Those stacks of newspaper publishers, totally from 1963, in actuality, are going on the Mass Media Tour – becoming a symphony of platitudes played on the shadows of a broken heart.

Burn down the tears of mirrors, before any apartments rise above the outer rings of the ocean.

 Hope you enjoy this romp through imagery & visual compositions.  I had received a lengthy spam comment  way back in 2016 (sigh) – it was a rude mix of ageist & sexist words, and dubious links, that seemed to be an appeal to some  to improving (?)  life habits/body image.  I grabbed a chunk ( it was one of the longest spam comments/essay I had ever encountered ) and mixed it with marketing, and bits of news reports.  I replaced and added links ( all open in separate tabs ) from a wide variety sources, including a few fellow bloggers’ posts.  Lots of surprises in the links.  A few of the images are from my Dark Pines Photo blog – clicking those will link to the original posts (separate tabs) I have no idea how those links work on other digital devices.  Hope 2017 is off to a good start for you and those close to your heart.  To those facing challenges, may creativity, and the strength it can bring, make journey easier.

Conversations Overheard: A Dadaist Pantoum

Conversations Overheard in A Virtual Spirit Tent

(A Dadaist Pantoum)

The modern pantoum is a poem of any length, composed of four-line stanzas in which the second and fourth lines of each stanza serve as the first and third lines of the next stanza. The last line of a pantoum is often the same as the first. A Dadaist Pantoum incorporates extra stanzas of varying length that will repeat some of the lines from the other stanzas. Additional prose poem/dialogue elements are interspersed with the stanzas.

their laughter's echo

No, now lost here the rout,

like that sound, Bats will gather –

This property of owls, wings whooshing,

sand – on their laughter’s echo – sits.



Bats in driven photographic Acts,

like stored echoes in the art of icicles,

Each on their own

find meaning,

then sent outward –

this too brings rejection of some things.



Like that sound, Bats will gather –

a rapt audience waiting for meaning.

Sand – on their laughter’s echo – sits

in stillness – waves lap the shore.


Sand - on their laughter's echo – sits

“Who, yes, I was … so … so to speak, on the spot.”

“What! I was completely sent.”

“Who shares the art, reflects what I’ve done hotly.”

“What of His Art ? …….. he lost the most important and powerful patron so far. Although it was already known outside Italy,….. and it seems that it was so, even before you left.”

In Stillness waves lap the shore


A rapt audience, waiting for meaning,

watches desperate boats reaching towards shore.

In stillness, waves lap the shore

With tears of dead mothers.



Like stored echoes in the art of icicles,

Generations carved from bone and brine

then sent outward –

this too brings rejection of some things.


Watches, desperate boats reaching towards shore –

Pleas call for humanity’s caress,

With the tears of dead mothers –

Sent outward, Each on their own.




“But, what is this property of owls’ wings ? This property is not decreased by the transition of time or the period of free passage over rough waters.

When does this desperate market of lives and families end ? Before or after the photographers have left for other sensational sights ?”

“They refused quickly, spiels of public gaze. Greedy media eyes stood, haunting the ridges, lined up along the dense dark bushes facing the rocky trail.”

“Yes, those Bats will dive for photographic echoes, shopping for lucrative moments to sell on a free information market, break the lull in the season, and make their careers. They call it financially sustainable art working with political necessity.”

“Since when is this the only end of the photograph?”

what is this property of owls' wings


Pleas call for humanity’s caress,

when all the trees tear up their roots,

Sent outward, Each on their own.

Generations carved from bone and brine.



Generations carved from bone and brine,

test their resolve against sighs for yesterday.

This too brings rejection of some things.

This is the only option, a flea market of souls.

When all the trees tear up their roots,

what country remains ?

Generations, carved from bone and brine,

now depart, desperate leaves take flight.



“And so, … wherever, … but it was empty still, strictly an alternative, to make a direct style, that fell on me.”

“So, Go to the light colour, such as setting … where and when, truth must be presented plainly.”

What country remains ?

Is there life in the common ?

Now depart ! Desperate leaves take flight

for this, this is the only option.

Test their resolve against sighs for yesterday

with barriers of fearful excuses.

This is the only option, a flea market of souls,

a child’s bones for table legs.

Is there life in the common ?

Here the rocky dense bush,

for this, this is the only option,

Dark streets lined with bats.

Generations carved from bone and brine

“You know, she refused an overview of that rapid game. She remembered when her children played.”

“You continue on your way …… so good a day, today. Search for the mood of this season, then you can look to the free market. Before you go, remember, that is not only the most important painting of the important work. We shall share the Commission position.”

The sign was in bold letters, “Photography! Mural Now”. He entered the Bat Dive Shop with trepidation, his purpose as uncertain as an ultrasound image on a rainy day. That alluring career of the free market future was waiting. A Just Cheque, his soul stood at the door.

The Photographer, that was another style, another voice in the corner of his life. Overhead he saw the flowers painting the old hometown. He had received a commission for an altar painting of Servite Monks rowing the Boat of Salvation. He called it “To know before You go!” . In his pocket, the number of that telephone alibi was like a reflector lamp waiting to divert suspicion. Looking around he saw various metal plates.

fearful excuses

“Is this just the end of the whole tree?”

It is, therefore, it is time for the art of Ovid. This season, it is possible and the free market opens the way to success, if not freedom. In particular,….. I have used the resources to paint some of the flowers.”

“Quickly then, because the photo can be white.”

What? I was completely sent !”

And that is the only option, or go to the flea market.”

Where …? What country remains ? It will be tight or indirectly fall on me to do so.”

They said the tide was low.”

Such as the Creation, in light and colour … everywhere.

Gives that charm to the day … still … I went too easily to see the cause.”

Life there in the Fall – down by the grey wall of the sea, perhaps this year they will find a home……..” 

down by the grey wall of the sea


Here the rocky dense bush,

Such a creation, in the light, colour …

Dark streets lined with bats,

everywhere, catching time.


With barriers of fearful excuses,

like stored echoes in the art of icicles,

a child’s bones for table legs

brings rejection of some things.


Such a creation, in the light, colour,

like sand – on their laughter’s echo – sits.

Everywhere, catching time,

No, now lost here the rout.






Greetings & Advice from Dadaist Software

Who Woods Hello Web-admin


Who Woods, Hello Web-admin !

The sea optimizes your rights on the page.

Seasons are some of these factors,

it is what you do not want to use

All three tall Hat stags in your article, also shaded !

Yah ! Italics !

Stone units I noticed are carefully knotted.

The Panda in page views is very pretty,

Also the Koala,

but remember they are not bears……


Who Woods Hello Web-admin 2

Therophytes blew updates to Google,

means more than ever!

More links blackout, just screaming

Copy table mission.


Who Woods Hello Web-admin 3


Try accompanying these two main pages –

Have Yoh been seen eating Tron ORANGES ?

Once again, we continue with soap pages.

Things were immediately first kiss,

altar of good paper –

It should show the time of sky words,

And crust the Title Trapper.


Who Woods Hello Web-admin 4

Beard curls have occurred in optimization !

Basically sword cooks county –

It has a nice keyword density.

Ride Grog – mention shared important tires,

then latent semantic indexing shoes.

Who Woods Hello Web-admin 5


Turtle shell is flat –

you need to expand the label high in your article.

Pear Shines colour in first paragraph –

Bears should have BOUR keys.

Minute penalty past the barn,

sand game will dissipate heat.

Flour that your property needs,

taste those sausages –

Bold Italic whenever there is A Big Sky.

Thersites weighs a burly tone,

feel inner rage connection,

medium stage nagging –

Fact checker full of tears –

blog yellow peas image,

a garden of information

strung on a bean pole of beliefs –

see the information that is only asleep;

wait there automatically, now –

And miles to go before you go to bed.