In Search Of

The scene of this crew using a Portable Mass Dectector (to locate King Friday lost in the mist) was deleted from episode #1707.

It connects the story well, and explains why King Friday ends up eating two pounds of cold, cream corn backwards.

Our Parting Moments, and the Future

Fairchilde has left me - I am sad and alone without her.

My life will never be the same. She has shown me worlds I never new existed, nor she knew existed.

I thought thoughts that I did not know I had.

She is the center.

Now the Lady has left, with only the aluminum triplex to travel with. I am sad. Somehow she must bring her ship back - but it is not possible. I will be alone soon, and in need of her company.

When the owls begin to cry, and the clouds roll and fall. . .

Her Time is Getting Limited

The Lady is still hovering above in her space craft. so I thought this would a perfect time to put in a Crop Circle order.

I just love watching those Orbs hard at work in the early morning hours.

lots of dark clouds

The garden won't grow because the rain doesn't fall here. I suspect it's because Lady Elaine parked her space ship above. I've asked her to move it, but she refuses. She says she still has big projects here.

Beast in the Back

Early one morning I filled my belly with Hurry-Up-Syrup, too much I think. I fell into a deep sleep.

I dreamt many things: The arrow showed me to the box under the bed that held the blue key, a key to her room. I used it, and the door opened.

And when I awoke I could finally see the yellow flowers in the ditch.

I Love you, though I Hate you

The curse continues. I watch her tonite alone in a dark room I am obsessed and clearly possessed. I actually can not stop thinking about her. The television is off. The room is dark. I am here with her in my mind together at last. I can smell her later. Why is this the case.

She is hidden under the kitchen floor for the future. And I cannot stop eating and spitting it back out.

No Rest In Sight

My stars are out tonight. And when they are, I can't sleep. To the table I go - pour the coffee & cream, and stare.

I can't help think the lady is a part of my mind now. She is the fear born from my youth, and made alive on the television. When it was turned off I could look deep into the cyrstals on the ceiling and create her in my minds eye - breathing life into her. It can still happen.