Fork Tongue

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  April 24, 2015

Pull my tongue out a little further, Satan tells Satan Scherber!

You gotta be kidding me, he says!

I’m kidding you, Satan Scherber says to him.

You know, I already speak with fork tongue!

You gotta be kidding me, tells Satan Ingraham.

It is one of these things I play with, tells Satan Scherber to Satan and Satan Ingraham!

Fortune Cookie

On:  ScrabbleBinxy.Blogspot.com
Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  April 13, 2015

Here is a cookie, tells the waitress.

What do I need a cookie for, asks the patron?

Take the cookie, Honey!

Open the cookie!

Okay!  Okay!  Okay!

Open the cookie, Honey!

Okay!  Okay!  Okay!  I’m opening the cookie!

Let me get the wrapper off!

Okay!  I got the wrapper off!

Open the cookie!

Open the cookie!

Open the cookie!

I’m opening the cookie![

What’s in the cookie?
What’s in the cookie?

What’s in the cookie?

It’s a piece of paper.

You gotta be kidding me?

You gotta be kidding me?

You gotta be kidding me?

There’s writing on the paper.

What’s it say?

I don’t know.  It’s in Chinese!

Get the waitress!

Let me get the waitress!

Here comes the waitress!

How can I help you, asks the waitress?

What’s this?

It’s a piece of paper, tells the waitress!

Well, what’s on the piece of paper?

It’s your fortune, tells the waitress!

Oh… it’s a fortune cookie!

ScrabbleBinxy, it’s a fortune cookie!

Let me tell you, I can’t fucking read this he tells the waitress!

It’s in Chinese, says the waitress!  Of course, you can’t read it!

Oh…!  It’s in Chinese!

Oh…!  It’s in Chinese!

ScrabbleBinxy!  It’s in Chinese!

That’s what I thought!  It’s in Chinese!

Thank goodness!

Thank goodness!

I thought it was in Japanese!

Why did you think it was Japanese?

Because, if it was Japanese…

You could look as these, as ScrabbleBinxy is interrupted!

The whole table laughs.

What’s it say?

It says, I don’t know.  It’s in Chinese, says the waitress.

You gotta be kidding me!

You gotta be fucking kidding me!

You gotta be fucking kidding me!

It says, And, with six you get egg roll!

Knock! Knock!

On:  ScrabbleBinxy.Blogspot.com
Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  April 9, 2015

Knock!  Knock!
Who’s there, Binxy asks as he heads towards the door?

It’s the plumber!  I've come to fix your sink!

It’s the plumber.  He’s come to fix the sink Honey, tells Scrabble.

There’s a cracked pipe under the sink, says Binxy.

He’s the plumber.  He’s here to fix the sink, says ScrabbleBinxy.

A cracked pipe, the plumber says.  I can fix your cracked pipe.

He can fix the cracked pipe, says Scrabble with glee!

He can fix the cracked pipe, says Binxy with joy!

The plumber bends over to fix the cracked pipe.

Scrabble says, That’s not a cracked pipe!

Binxy shouts, That’s not a cracked pipe!

ScrabbleBinxy chuckles, That’s plumber’s crack!

You gotta be kidding me, Binxy laughs!

You gotta be fucking kidding me, Scrabble laughs!

I ain't fucking kidding you, shouts ScrabbleBinxy!

Now that’s one plumber’s crack I would like to open, Scrabble tells Binxy and ScrabbleBinxy!

Voices

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Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  April 6, 2015

Why won’t he talk to anybody?

When you have a man in a family, who does not talk to each other, you have a man who is not heard.

Voices are raised where words are spoken.

Voices are heard where words are spoken.

Voices are mute where words are spoken.

Ears are open where the mind is closed.

Ears are open where the heart is melancholy.

Ears are open where the body is withered.

Silence are the words which are not spoken.

Silence are the words which are heard.

Silence are the sounds which surround us.

Voyages

On:  ScrabbleBinxy.Blogspot.com
Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  April 2, 2015

Where are we?  Where are we depends on who we are.  I have spoken so frequently about the looking glass which holds a true and factual statement; I have spoken of the reflection which tells a big fat lie.  What I didn't tell you is where you are in the reflections in your irises which see the haze within your eyes.

The iris easily hold the sunburst which reflects the virtue of who you are; if it is not of who you are, then it is of who we are.  The haze is the cloud which covers your virtue and integrity.  The cloud which covers your irises is the cloud we wash away; if we do not wash away the cloud over our irises then we question where we are.

We start our days just as we end our day, we start our mornings just as we end our nights, we begin our journeys just as we end our voyages, and we move into the sun just as we walk away from the sunset.  We are here to commence our voyage for each voyage has a destination and journey.  We are on a voyage of no end without a journey to guide us to a destination; our journeys are set forth before us, whereas, our futures are placed in front of us.  Our voyages are here before us to explore and examine; our journeys are here in our laps for others to share and tell.