Monthly Archives: October 2015

The Big Head Peanut Man

The Big Head Peanut Man is one with his salt and vegetable oil. If casually inspected, those condiments are just what they appear to be – salt and oil. Nothing special here, utterly transparent and ordinary, and yet there is … Continue reading

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And She Asks, Laughing

Wave upon wave washes over this shore, mindlessly obliterating the little scratched sand markings left by beachcombers long gone, the carved shapes of hearts and words returned once more to pristine primal innocence. This vast and timeless shore! Laughing and … Continue reading

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Illusion with Ixnay

Curious about metaphysical matters, a greeb once inquired of Ixnay about the true meaning of the phrase, “All that appears is nought but illusion”. Ixnay immediately slid a silver ring from a finger, tossed the glimmering ornament into a nearby … Continue reading

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Camping with Ixnay

Ixnay and a disciple once went camping in the Lumenurium Desert, and after a day of exploring, found a suitable camp spot, set up their tent, enjoyed a modest meal and some star gazing, and finally turned in for the … Continue reading

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The Way of Dung

Once a pile of steaming dung was gathered up from the pasture, taken to town, and passed from one person to another. Every hand that touched it was soiled, while the townspeople tried to figure out what to do with … Continue reading

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Play of Consciousness

A troupe of actors, skilled at improvisation, have traveled together for a long time. In the course of their wanderings, they have come to excel at mounting various theatrical productions, where each member assumes a particular fictional role to play … Continue reading

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Rose In Winter

In my dream there was a glad garden gathering going on. Phantom playmates rose from misty memories or swam forth from seething realms of flashing light. A sweet chorus of ethereal voices sang out from street corners, exotic moonshine temples, … Continue reading

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