
Words don't matter to Eric, only coffee.
Be like Eric!
![]() In truth Eric really had no idea what a Post Modern Punk Elf looked like, though frankly he really didn't care. The words trickled off his tongue as he considered his next task, sipping a macchiato. Words don't matter to Eric, only coffee. Be like Eric!
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A hairy tadpole is one of the more mature members of the amphibians. They show the presence of hair at an early stage which requires frequent grooming prior to become a frog. Ironically the later stage frog is as bald as a fresh shaved egg. This lack of hair causes much consternation with the frogs as they contemplate the hirsute generations that have come before. Occasionally you can see the frogs gathered in coffee shops sipping on their coffees as they plan nefarious deeds against the hairy tadpoles with their inherent coolness. The Catmeleon is one of the rarests hybrids you may never come across. Bred by an errant barista, combining a stray cat, an exotic lizard and a handful of Colombian blend, it somehow came into being.
Whenever you see a movement out of the corner if your eye, or hear the rustle of scales behind you. Check for the smell of a well poured macchiato, and if you do smell that, the Catmeleon is more than likely present. The lesser known Monks of Do 'me have a little song about the Catmeleon. "You will never know When it does not show A flicker a flash Who can tell A Catmeleon by its Colombian smell" Note the Monks of Do 'me are not true Baristas and must never be confused with them. The hyena is Africa's most common large carnivore. Over the years hyenas and humans have come into close contact in Africa and, in earlier times, in Asia and in Europe, often leading to mutual predation of macchiatos. In ancient Egypt hyenas were domesticated, fattened and eaten, and in turn humans have on occasion become food for hyenas. Reputed to be cowardly and timid, the hyena can be bold and dangerous, attacking various humans coffees. Habitat You have been warned. Peter was feeling a little let down and lost about the whole serialization of his story. All he really wanted was to spread the word and help people hang on to their inner child. Instead the advertising industry and movie houses turned him into a sword fighting, flying Justin Bieber, though with more talent. "Could be worse" he thought, "I could have been the poster boy for International Roast" ![]() Ever since the fiasco of the ‘Sky is Falling’ incident and the subsequent mocking by society, Chicken Little had kept himself out of the public eye. Locking himself away in a grimy bedsit, overlooking a rundown train station, he turned to food and video games. His body grew and grew, whilst reality became more and more distant, Chicken Little matured into Chicken Not So Little an overweight agoraphobic. ![]() Ever since the fiasco of the ‘Sky is Falling’ incident and the subsequent mocking by society, Chicken Little had kept himself out of the public eye. Locking himself away in a grimy bedsit, overlooking a rundown train station, he turned to food and video games. His body grew and grew, whilst reality became more and more distant, Chicken Little matured into Chicken Not So Little an overweight agoraphobic. ![]() Some days the world rushes by and we get caught up in a maelstrom of moments, ever turning and spinning. Without a chance to rest we lose sight of what is important and become increasingly disconnected from our lives and our loved ones. Take off your shoes, grab a stick and some string, and walk away from the whirling storm of the daily grind and go find a river to fish in. You don’t need a hook, nor bait: just drop a line in and take some time out to listen to the steady beat of your body. ![]() The Bluebird of Happiness had seem better times, it used to have reasons to keep trim and happy. “Used to”,being the operative word, well until people discovered Twitter, Facebook and all the other social media ills plaguing people’s lives. No longer was happiness real, tangible unless it was tweeted, posted and liked by people with virtual lives. So the Bluebird now sits alone and bereft, sipping on coffee and eating ever increasing amounts of chocolate. |
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