Colon usage for Squid: repeating on me

Colons are about as useful as stuffed olives on a drinking binge: anchovy and garlic.

The path of The Sun through space is like that of a bath salt ball in a snack vending machine: a helical coil fixed to a one way motor doesn’t auger well for anyone trying to picture a planet to orbit around your selection before it drops out.

When you’re dealing with a machine, it’s not enough to get the bath salt ball you paid for: Edit Message >>> MessageX >>> Custom Text

Press TEST to watch it scroll across the display: Please enjoy your Bath Salt Ball.

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Segue

“The primary characteristic of machine-readability is extension;
without which the information contained within a file is impenetrable,
or incapable of occupying places extrinsic to the given storage space
at any given time,” pushing a foot through the backdoor.
“That the impenetrability of information is an intrinsic characterisitic
of an extensionless file is clearly implied, although we mustn’t necessarily
assume that the intrinsic characteristic of impenetribility is a primary one.mp3.”
“Yeah. Ok. That’s great mate, but if you’re looking for an audition use the front door.”
“Will do. You got a business card or something I can use? haha!”
“Oh! haha squared. I thought you looked familiar. Come in! Come in!”
“Oh nohs! I just wanted to extend this to you. Don’t let it out of your sight.
It’s due to go live any day now.mp3”
“What should I do with it when it does?”
“Just make sure it segues back out from the last one.”

Skewiffy Saturday

fluffy brown scallops and coffee on rain
scribbles of squiffy and puce
passer-by printed in scent of an oil
coconut blue

preceded by pockets of pacings on carpet
tenderly personal papers undogeared
yellowed manila held etceteras
like so many be-bopped emotions.

A man on a walk by a walksided tree
conqueratised in cement to the breeze
with a generous chuckle
of big hearted leaves

places to do
and things to go
and things to keep
on pinky-purpled-tipsy-toes

An Announcement

Hi Everyone.

I don’t know how you all feel, but I think it is time for us to start writing here again as a tribute to Paul.

Let me know what you think, or just start posting.

Much love.

Shanghai, 1927

1.

A middle aged man
feathers his leather jacket

Schooner of Becks and a bowl
of hot chips, please.

Turning the tap, she spies:
airmail paper, tobacco pouch, lighter.

So you’ll be sitting
outside then?

2.

I am familiar with little – William
Blake included.

Did not have the ‘lay of the
shoreline’ before I took flight.

Wandered around in my own
skin for too long

I suppose, and measured up
with a little ruler.

Accurate results. I can see
repeating themes from up here now

when I imagine my feet
on the ground.

Reference cited:

Squires, Paul. Seeking Solace in the Unknown: The Puzzle Box. Lulu.com: www, 2008?