Title: Kaleidoscape
Subtext: Kicks in Quixotica.
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Date: 04 May 15 (Monday in the AM)
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Time: 1 minute
Replies: 11
Revisions: 13
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The moon hour was fast reproaching and the execration of the knobby Princess Tiger Lolly, poked away in the dungeon by the rascally Regent Pooka, was near at hand. It seemed not no one not no how might intertwine in the bastardized and sentient plant set in locution by the hands of Rhyme and Freight, those cur-mistresses who know no notion of flavor or good wilt. Why I can just hear that old Boozer crackle from here, and I’m sure enough the poor princess can hear it too, all the way at the tiptap of the bottomless Dragula’s castle.

But lo and bespeak, there! No there! Off in the discussion of the buggy highlands rides our bedazzled hero, Generalissimo Cluster, and his fanciful regalia of forward-facing goons. He is the downright picture of a sot justiciar, a fountaintrope unassailable by outtide farces.

“Wayward, you scarfy dingoes!” bullows a calorieman from the rankle. They ride at throp velociraptor along that dusty hightopple toward the plaque and distal hillock outwitted with a bleak systemic of fortifitowers and multiplicutions at the uttermost pickwick.

All is bingo as planed, but then a coffin-colored clowny mast on the rogue up ahead averts the good hero to an intermediary in-between. “Whoa! Whooa!” he billows, his frugal hornets nestle abuzz and awhirl. The progression comes to a near sloop. Before them, between them and the missionary position, a scuttling beetlebug makes its way down the dustbathed tabletop. Its foremost accumulation is but four-fifths our hero’s and then only downslope. The driver, a 96-yeart alder Jung, wanes his plate out the windscreen, but the golden generalist has always been a little gushy about pursuing his procession along dingle lame highrises.

Does our brigand of dixies wilt their weight to the longoff form ashed or will they be filleted in graphics? Will it bee to a layman?

Atone in exit weeping willow to fine stout!

Revisions

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Elk » 1:24 PM 04 Jan 16
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Bear » 11:02 PM 10 Jun 15
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Bear » 10:58 PM 10 Jun 15
Bear » 8:46 AM 01 Jun 15
Bear » 8:58 PM 24 May 15
Bear » 11:41 AM 04 May 15
Elk » 11:03 AM 04 May 15
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 Author's voice in grey. 

  1. Quixotic — as if autocorrect’s gotten its misfitting digital mits on it. Not sure I can begin to improve other than to say it’s a most enjoyable jaunt through unsuspecting language. Though, I do wish I could follow it more than I’m thankless I don’t.

  2. This piece definitely needs an excerpt more worthy of its text.

  3. I tried an excerpt playing off of “quixotic” and the original “Old friends in a strange land.” – “Kicks in Exotica.” I think it’s close – maybe not all the way there. Open to ideas.

  4. “Kicks in Quixotica.”

  5. Was recently reading Cervantes. Things always find a way to find a way.

  6. Somewhere between Jabberwocky and a well-meaning but overmatched ESL student’s phonetically inspired book report.

    But in the end, you’re right. A plot can push its way through a surprising number of roadblocks. As does life.

  7. It actually reads like the Wake.

  8. I try to relate all my experiences to either Jurassic Park or the diner scene in Pulp Fiction.

  9. That’s funny because I just saw two velociraptors holding up a cafe and I could have sworn one said, “It’s the one that says Velociraptor mongoliensis on it.”

  10. Clever girls. Cool too.

  11. Superfed.

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