Past the edge of reezan

[moehat]

you’re like Samuel Beckett gamble; not quite sure what you’re saying but love the way you say it…..ever failed, try again try better..or something like that……

[gamble]

I have eaten a very fine fish this evening,
could have had a bit more,
but I feel very comfortable eating fish
having come from the sea,
My descendants were all fish
and uncle Harry tasted so nice
with a beef tomato next to his ear
and his troosers full of pea

Rocquefort and Irish cofee to finish
all prepared in a similar shoe box
to where I live.
nice to have a change,
for a change.

Drone I am no secondlifer,
I can show you billls in red
but I have always applied
the same philosophy as you
‘ tis only a board full of sausages
will do me to the day I die

Moehat I am a plug ordinary obsessive
and as a cat sprays terrirtory
I spray Jim and Rory
with strange words
never a story.
but light and dark
that lend to
a story
in stucco town.

Thank you both for your kind words
of support.
William Wallace underestimated the
greed of the nobles and the adverts,
Hannibal forgot that an Elephant’s
blood freezes at 0 degrees
despite the hoopla of battle cries,
Prince Charles underestimated the size
of the population
when he castigated his supersized cabbages
whilst nuzzling Camilla.
I must pay for ’tis only a message board
as it splashed into the red light distict
and my pants hit my ankles
causing an epidemic of laughter

[gamble]

Time is the great ******
my time has come
Free writing has
danger
written on the label
next to flash and splash
and James Been
Its like flying
without a
parachute
SPLAT
DRAT
FLAT.

flatcvapgamble…’tis only a message bioard

[gamble]

Weather is wet and stormy
and unpredictable.

Whether the svelte Princess
shares the same razor as Kwai
has been propositioned before
but my bath water evidence
tends to point like a nodding duck
at the same scum,
The Princess, warned or not,
had an agility in his beard
that I warmed to,
in preference that is,
to the branded head of garlic
that smelled of bottom

shelf. One could ask the question,
Kwai ?

Before I speak of my demise
I will deal with the interesting case of
the self destruction of Razeen.
and my feelings on public hangings.
Perspective first
and I ‘m off to the fridge
for a coupling of man and his demon.

[gamble]

Eye and other concomitant
phases of gamble have been resident in houses
since the year 2000, and more or less at the time
that Betfair’s unusual coffin proceeded past the law courts, eye was adjusting my sights,
and even at that early stage,
the hunchback in me, craved the soul of that company,
This was to be no death of De Galle
or of bookmakers,
no, rather a wedding of dark and black,
and a mischievous impossible quest
that rivalled Don Quijote’s wildest dreams.
I failed of course.

[gamble]

It has been the strangest journey,
masks, clones and subterfuge,
but underlying the deceptions
a real truth
to taste the impossible

[gamble]

I have been banned or removed
from three houses;
Here in Truffle,
Flutter of course,
and recently, Jimilarkey’s JTHESS’s
fiendish furlong
I have made my way back twice,
but hear me out,
I believe in rules and punishment,
like a six pack
but not the death penalty,
that’s a sick pack.

Moderators want harmony,
not upset and certainly
no mayhem.
They don’t want bland either,
but I propose a society
based largely on the Amish beard,
lacks variety, intrigue and curls
like a cat by the fire,
reading dem rules
and lickin dem with dirtlied spittle
like ther’s no tomorrow.

I certainly do not support
the many headed campaign poster,
that is a bridge too far,
and way over the Kwai,
but do believe a writer,
male or female,
who sits next to God with his posts
should not be cast down to hell fire
for one solitary cut throat mistake.
A whim of the menacing moment,
and remember this is a gambler’s
board, with little humour at times,
Rained off, eased off, jocked off.

Please forgive me my ramblings
I also detected wit you had a double word and posting count in the frantic fourteen days before your demise.
Wit, you may come back later and cast me down,
even burn a hunchback effigy,
but you didn’t leave via a thread attack,
you decided your exit route
earlier. You lost the deer
in your sights, you had had enough,
or something in the real world was
unsettling you, yes a private reason, come
back and prove me wrong.
I will thank you though, for your stirling,
evidence corroborated.
unfaltering, asian tiger posts.
I give you the Redman
two feathered salute,
for yor excellence.

[gamble]

Tete Rouge like the sniffing
canary warns of gas
, and cybermum with her
nice english hoildays,
has left these shores
for a less violent Kingston gassed up
hipped up skirt.
Be warned there is something afoot,
and the board is losing its blood
and guts, as the skeletal well wishers
go ryanair to cape canaveral

I was to have written of Mr E,
but sorry Urban Dave,
I am heading for the country of sleep,
and Razeen, ermm, zzz way past
the waterbed.

[gamble]

This gorillas in the mist persists
to unfurl even the stalest of sandwiches.

That perennially bright green forest of Nutwood,
that forest that never leaves us,
now pages up as a waste water land of soggy leaves
and as the eighty eight year old bear’s
athlete foot trudges across another wet copse
to find Bill
we all wonder when it will end.

As Willloughby says of York’s
new approach, ‘rising like a phoenix
from the flames’ – James should that not be
Captain Haddock on the shoulders of Nemo

I had hamilton and runny eggs for breakfast
yesterday, yep,
thrown the lot up by lunchtime.
I then sluiced down on a Brough Scott of whisky
I had saved from the day before,
but found that too indegestible,
As he entered the tonsil area
of my throat he stuck
trying to float his boat
whilst up to his neck
in a Paula Radcliffe tsunami
of tear ducts.

Brough your bottom
is a perfect fit for a horse,
get out of those foreign waters,
breech yerself up man, saddle up,
right back to the Knavesmire
.

[gamble]

Pretty jilly in the catskills with freak outbreaks of rain

This was a piece of flash which I wrote and them amended.That worried me. My free writing skills have suffered from two things,. overexposure of my name, and feelings of indebtedness to other names
I am not on the pm circuits (since the board changed from Ikon I have made none and received none) and respond to emails infrequently as getting to know you ultimately disturbs the flow of free writing.

Types of free...

flash and splash

not so free but equally fascinating are….

against the grain writers

mavericks

and not forgetting

the dedicated followers of fashion

oh and I had forgotten the white coats

the specialists comprising

the know it alls
and the truly informed.

Let’s not forget the

agenda writers
and the pit bulls.

I will be discussing the Jilly tapes and my next post will address Jilly personally

[jilly]

Hi Gamble . Hope you’re enjoying this double banger.

I was on the Moor today, it’s got a new visitor centre.As I’m not a new visitor, I never went inside

[gamble]

Er yes Jilly the double banger
is fine and still a day to go.
It is good to exercise

I have been reading some very old threads

[gamble]

The eye was to have closed last night
The pink umbilical to have been strewn messily
like an art statement over bargain red crunch wine,
But alas, I awake bathed in soft yellow light,
slight;ly emotional, fully intacta, and alive,
and in the nearby ear
that marvellous sound of the sea.

Chilly in the catskills never matched
your go naked words
and in many areas of splash
I am your pupil Jilly.

You are lucky to stretch your legs
in pipe country, the hound of the bask ville,
the river dart, the moor,
sherlock @ home
while I content myself
eating duck and today lamb
in the deckchair wasteland
of the pleasurably grey english channel
where Poirot sought out white
art deco buildings to press his moustache,
and take in that air.

I was reading word association III
last night. A thread entitled D.Avis,
the contentious move it
word association thread with threats,
and found I was happier
than watching Psycho
with mother.

[jilly]

Well Gamble, if my pupil was to be inserted in another eye. I’m glad it’s yours

[gamble]

I see your friend Martin is holidaying in
South Devon.
It’s a long time since I was
on a donkey but Sidmouth,
the veritable home of the ass,
which is near Pipe’s Brixham
possibly wouldn’t allow it.

I don’t know where you live Jilly
or where you throw your headscarf
but you have taken in Exeter
and environ races
so I presume you are near hound country,
and Conan’s moor.

As for the Jillly tapes
there is nothing untoward,
just splash and its sometimes
unsettling effect,
which is its main raison d’etre.
I will deal with the reverberations
of your splash on me in due course,
but there is no concern to you.

I had an eye in at smoking diaries
last night
sipping a tesco whisky
I had to queue up late to get,
and found myself kicking
the trolly in front,
in an imaginary bloodbath scene.
I have the patience
of one of the four horsemen.

Yentob is so intrusive
but draws them out well.

[gamble]

Pipe if you’re looking in,
and enjoying Brixham,
and quite a warm afternoon today,
please stay a little longer
your horses just wired me
their loving the break
and them not having to watch
that movie the hill of an evenin’
makes ’em feel much fresher
of a mornin’ on the tread mill.

Hope you enjoyed that one,
I pulled it out of a cracker

No seriously hope you are having
a nice time and glad to hear you
are feeling a bit more chipper.

As for Simon Gray
of smoking diary fame
nice fellow
with a great talent for the typewritten word
who sadly died.
He could have put our grayson
right about the ethics
of working seven days a week
and the serious lack of drinking time
I never read him, Gray that is
just orwell and flibbityjibbit.

Wit

Left on Friday the 13th September
the day the Bank of England
became the lender of last resort
Brown’s in with the banks
and uses our money to keep them happy.
If they failed he would be out on his big ear.
As the Rock crisis grew in the preceding
two weeks Wit’s post spiralled
to match the hand waving frenzy
in the markets. I don’t know if he smokes ?
Anyone fancy a drag ?

WIT LEFT SHOUTING TELETEXT
saltyjack died of boredom
waiitng to tell us who he
wreally wreally was

[jilly]

Gamble, I’ve now retired to the south-west coast with my pipe and slippers man
Still got a base, of sorts, 80 miles up the M5-So it’s all good

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