Throwback Thursday: A Word Spill

Orchestrations
Mad fixations
Pandemonial
Ramifications

Ruminations
Fascinations
Irrepressible
Inclinations

Man your stations
Conquer nations
Strangely strident
Occupations

Glorifications
Adulations
Nullifies my
Postulations

Posterizations
Illuminations
Amplifies
Humiliations

Adulterations
Alterations
Instrumental
Prose Creations

Machinations
Mind striations
Phenomenal
Interpretations

Continuations
Agitations
Instantaneous
Sense negations

What's the meaning?
What's the game?
Noodling words
Should have a name.

How can these lines, though, have a name?
They bubbled out, without an aim.
Without an aim, they gurgled forth,
Can anyone predict their worth?

I'll tell you what. There is a key,
To find it you must talk with me.

Featured eBook of the Day: The Red Scorpion

Local REMINDERS for Tonight
Earth Rider Fest in Superior
Faculty Show Opening Reception, UWS Kruk Gallery
DAI Opening Reception 

Thevam the Master Story Teller

Thevam the master story teller has redefined the worst that can happen. It may be the corn rations or the two trees on the horizon, but in one way or another the derelict de Jeanne has given all he can afford.

The boots are mere symbols. But life begins and ends with a bed number. What is it we seek? What is it that we understand. No matter, since all is none and life ends in death. The fortune is unfortunate.

Stream of consciousness writing is probably no more significant than doodles, but even doodles can be entertaining from time to time. We skim the surface of the subconscious and occasionally dredge up a whirl of insights from the depths. More often we catch water spiders, dead bugs and gum wrappers, but what the heck, it can be illuminating at times, since you never know what you'll find next.

James Joyce did it for a portion of a lifetime, and frankly, that can be a bit much. But whatever. I'd be curious to know... on second thought, I don't really care. Let the pigeons have their way.