(no subject)

)there once was an e e cummings

who

softly eyebrows lifted disapproving "is that the queen?" she asked

abandoned traditional limm
ericks

as being too restrictive a form

(and which to use a highfalootin phrase could not truly ever communicate feeling

(no subject)

The copy on this bag of "Brussels" cookies tells me to VOYAGE TO THE EDGE OF CRISP.

What, is there a crispness event horizon beyond which human minds are not prepared to travel? Is the Culinary Adventure just Beginning? By eating these cookies, am I dangerously close to cracking up and ranting about the five dimensional solids and whether anyone's ever heard tell of a shoggoth?