
(Credit: hpgruesen from pixabay)
During summer they
Laughed at my prickly needles.
But who’s laughing now?
(Credit: hpgruesen from pixabay)
During summer they
Laughed at my prickly needles.
But who’s laughing now?
Posted by Beatrix MGN on February 12, 2018
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Uranus. The butt of many jokes. Credit: NASA
Father of titans
What would you say if you knew
Of all the butt-jokes?
Posted by Beatrix MGN on January 24, 2018
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(Jupiter with its Great Red Spot; a storm which has been continually observed since 1830. Credit: NASA)
Some storm we’re having.
Maybe it’ll improve during
The next century
Posted by Beatrix MGN on January 22, 2018
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(Cloud structure in the Venusian atmosphere. Credit: NASA)
Wrapped in sulphur clouds
You are the hottest planet.
May we visit you?
“Plans have been proposed for rovers or more complex missions, but they are hindered by Venus’s hostile surface conditions.” Wikipedia.
Posted by Beatrix MGN on January 17, 2018
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The Glow Cloud is coming.
All hail The Glow Cloud!
Posted by Beatrix MGN on December 1, 2015
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(Credit: noupe.com)
From the void I come, bringing gifts of forgetfulness.
If your eyes have seen things, you wish they had not, throw them in the void!
Throw your painful recollections in the void, I mean. It is much better than a vault. Put your memories in a vault and they might return someday, the vault might leak or be destroyed by meddling pests, but throw something in the void and it’s gone forever.
And it will never fill up!
Throw in anything, your high school years, the death of your sibling, last Christmas, the song too if you want, and the void will remain as empty as when you first stared into it.
And what will it cost you?
Nothing!
That is, there will be a hole of nothing where your discarded memory was, and you might feel it tugging once in a while, especially on lonely nights.
Just remember, you can dispose of anything in the void,
physical things included.
(Credit: Fazboggle from moistmeme.wikia.com)
Posted by Beatrix MGN on November 29, 2015
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(Credit: LTM, Elena Krauße)
He had to admit that this was probably not the best water park in the galaxy. In fact, it probably wasn’t a water park at all. His ship had said that this planet was 71 percent water, but this place was mainly just sand and scorching heat. There was barely any moisture in the air.
He slid down a dune in the hope of getting some fun out of his visit, but the sand got into his trousers and made him all itchy. When he met some of the locals, he convinced them that building a water park would be a good idea. He was not sure whether they got the details, but they seemed enthusiastic about his drawings. However, after six months, they were still only laying the foundation of limestone for a support for one of the slides, so he took a quick dip in a large river and went home.
Posted by Beatrix MGN on November 11, 2015
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”There is a rational explanation for everything,” says the sock puppet. The brown yarn above its button eyes is supposed to resemble my hair, but all in all it is a less than flattering portrait. “You’re just a big fat cheat,” it sneers.
“There is an explanation,” I say, “it’s probably…” I rack my brains as Tiffany closes the puppet’s mouth and opens her own.
“There is nothing above us but clear sky,” she says, “there’s nothing below us but air and then rocky mountain path, there’s no wind, and we can turn about 360 degrees in any direction, but we can’t get down.”
“It could still be some sort of virtual reality,” I say, “or a dream.”
“Really?” says Tiffany.
“Ok, so what if it is magic,” I say, “that’s still just science, we don’t know how to explain yet.”
“That’s still just science,” the puppet says with a high squeaky voice.
“Could you put that thing away?” I say, “we need to think of a way down from here.”
“You should probably just apologize to that old witch lady.”
“Not a chance.”
“I knew you’d say that. And I know you mean it.” Tiffany sighs and lowers the puppet and we both gently float to the ground. “I don’t mind your points of view, but you’re always a dick about them. I’ll go for a hike on my own, somewhere else.” She jumps into the sky and flies off into the sunset before I can ask her how she did it.
Posted by Beatrix MGN on October 7, 2015
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“A disembodied hand crawled across the street, as behind it zombies in skimpy nurse uniforms turned their unseeing eyes towards me. If only I had not showered that day, but the fresh fruity scent of my hair drew them right to me. Such cruel irony; you know I have always dreamed to die by being torn apart by sexy nurses or policewomen, but although the nurse uniforms were revealing, the zombies were not at all sexy on account of their rotting flesh. And I’m not into males, zombies or no. Oh the horror! The unspeakable horror!”
“You could have just said that you didn’t have time for a shower this morning,” I said.
“When the zombie apocalypse comes, you will wish that you too smelled of dead rat,” he pointed an accusing finger at me.
“Sure,” I put in my nose plugs, “let’s get this over with.”
And we drove up to the lake to dump our failed virus experiment.
Posted by Beatrix MGN on August 16, 2015
https://abolg.wordpress.com/2015/08/16/65-horror/