This one's for the Broccoli Rocket

As you well know, big Chef Brockett was a real wipe-out kind of a guy. Not sure where he was coming from most of time. He had a whole cookbook devoted to raisins. Then one time Lady Elaine noticed some wires sticking out from under his toupee.

He's a real Space Rat

He appears to find his inspiration from Lady Elaine's armpit.

"A Handy Lady and a Handy Man"

Fairchilde is besting even herself - now she is putting together an all-male chorus for the Museum-Go-Round. I bet it is gonna be amazing!

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.

"Donna's smoldering smoking scene"

So, was she thinking about Lady Elaine or the Jamesicle here?

the Elaine of your nightmares

When the musk fills your nose, and the cancer grows, you know it's time to move from your home, because the Lady has moved in. Stay, and she will consume you.

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It was dusk. I was a boy again. I was alone amongst the wet trees.

Ahead, I could see it hanging from a branch, swinging slowly back and forth, creaking. It was dead - by its own hand, of stick fingers. I tried to help, but nothing could help it.

The arrow was there. LEF was there.

I am sorry, I honestly could not do anything.

In the Room

So, last night I finally had the experience I have been waiting for:

I gathered up all my childhood paintings of her, and a yellow, plastic coat hanger. I hung them on the wall and called for her. She arrived. The room hummed. My paintings fluttered in her prescence.

We are on better terms.

It's sad to think my aunt is possessed; but the coffee stains on the table resemble her everyday.

it's just a toothbrush

The common toothbrush - a part of our daily lives, an intimate tool for our bodies. And when people are welcomed into our home, it is seen and thought about.

No matter where I hide it, she finds it, and takes it.

Between the Dark Shadows of myself

This window fills me with a pleasant melancholy for her of course, and for Caroline sometimes. And other things.

It was 3 A.M. eternal -------> The dim light from the window being so ghostly in the air. I could see so much more --------> so many things. My mind was inverted, and I understood more than ever. The concept of Her blossomed in my head -----> ideas became pictures ------> emotion turned into an image of how We knew each other before . . . before We physically met. Written words from the past, dreams of the present worked together, as I looked through the window. The window into Us. The words finally came to my lips.

SHE heard them. SHE held me tenderly through the exploration, with questions, sensitivity, and touch.

And in the end, I miss the Being that is my transcendental Daughter and Friend. And with that the tears came.

Yet, I just cannot understand it all, so much still unknown. I am full and pleased.

LEF Needs to Leave

Somehow she manages to be present in all the rooms at once, and even talks to me through the ceiling fan.

Giving it some thought, I believe all arrows point to my fairest of ladies. That is why the electric bill has been climbing rather high lately.

The Arrow Within, Points to Her and from Her

In a deep-thought trance of Her
It became apparent that She and I are possibly of the same mold
Perhaps just two different forms of the same, in thought, perception, organization

The secrets She keeps stashed, I too keep, in fun and in fear
If exposed, hot stress boils into a need for control and centering
By cutting off clean the cause of it all

Though we've come so far to be here
It makes no difference to me at this second
My rejection of You is now - the arrow calls

Surely You remember how it felt to reject me
You saw no other way out
Life heaped up on You, and You looked for the arrow
You found it ---hacked---->
and I fell deep into tears

And now the arrow calls me
It reveals the truth of Her and I, of our nature
That being, emotion before efficiency, is wrong
And in a second, one would spit the other out

But now inside I am calmed and understood by her, Her, and HER
She and I were rare, and are to this day
The chances of our first meeting, extrodinary

This is right

This Way

An obsession with arrows has gotten the best of me. The focus is now the arrow.

Coming To A Theatre Inside You

Now, I'm not sure if this is true or not, but I just heard Lady Elaine Fairchilde is coming to the big screen, played by, of course, Grayson Hall. Maybe it will just be playing on the big screen of our dreamless sleep.