john t Posted February 8, 2007 Share Posted February 8, 2007 It is beautiful. You 2 should set up home together...a nut home...lol jt Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
parcher Posted February 8, 2007 Share Posted February 8, 2007 Ummmm! Right ...... So what time was that van arriving with the men in white jackets?? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StarSparkle Posted February 8, 2007 Share Posted February 8, 2007 You 2 should set up home together...a nut home...lol jt Philistine! That was an utterly beautiful piece of writing. StarSparkle Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
pk014b7161 Posted February 8, 2007 Share Posted February 8, 2007 its not humpty dumpty is it Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Don_Kiddick Posted February 8, 2007 Share Posted February 8, 2007 He's cracked up... His minds scrambled... Here we go.......... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MonkeyLover Posted February 8, 2007 Share Posted February 8, 2007 Well, today i walked until my feet were sore and i just can't imagine why? Someone told me last night about their roaming heart and I just felt so enclosed - you do too - sometimes - don't you? Someone once said; 'the things you own, end up owning you.' I suddenly felt engaged to my sofa, imprisoned by my toaster and mocked by my books. I walk for about a mile and came to a wooded area and a tangle of weeds and I trekked through as i needed to take the road less travelled. And then I saw it. It was somewhat larger than a chickens egg, but white like the low sky of the north-lands and only just; lying in the cold. it reminded me of something from a distant galaxy; only how could that be, I've never been there, not in this life at least. The mist on the ground covered slightly the base of the egg but it stood up right proud and strong. Its granite looking shell like something beyond the work of any Italian sculptor of any age or age to come. I figured it had been abandoned - by what ever it was that left it there and yet it seemed to stare at me. I picked it up. the egg. It lay in my hand between me and the swaddling city below. I stared at the marble correctness of it. An hour later it was home and I took it to my office - it lay there on the cotton wool I had fashioned into a nest. And I watch it still - almost breathing through its shell - something. I wait for the tiniest sound or movement, like I'm waiting for the definitive answer to some question i never even asked. It moves so little, if at all, like a bomb waiting to be itself. I can't leave it, I love it so much - already! Love without knowing, or reason, stored within a shell. And if i wait and no alligator nor swan nor snake, then soldiers will come and i will eat my love piece by piece. You won't understand - no-one knows what loving an egg is like - or, you all do, but you don't like to admit it. That story is eggstraordinary!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lindos Posted February 8, 2007 Share Posted February 8, 2007 That story is eggstraordinary!!!!! Miniminch will be eggsasperated by these trivial posts... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Minesadouble Posted February 8, 2007 Share Posted February 8, 2007 bless Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlankFrack Posted February 8, 2007 Share Posted February 8, 2007 I'm with the people who say it's beautiful. That's quite some talent you've got on you there, Mr Minch Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MonkeyLover Posted February 8, 2007 Share Posted February 8, 2007 I thought at first the story was just a yolk............ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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