Neverending Novel

possibly "reduce" the size of my feet, sir? They really are far too big for my ankles and I keep getting asked "how big are your plates of meat love"?! I can't understand why I am so disproportionate - I honestly feel, at times, that I look like a ....

Terrorist? Do I look like a terrorist to you?"She asked the man. According to her, the man replied, "What else does a terrorist look like?" Well, she saw the dress first in a magazine advertisement, on a model named Sasha Pivovarova, who was seated with three other pale young women. After all, what Does 200 Calories Look Like?

Even though the way Ms. Pivovarova was sitting, slightly slouched in a way that obscured some of the dress's finer details, she could tell that it would look great on her. It was strapless (good if one is busty), with a corseted bodice and billows and billows of skirt that give the hipless hips and the already-hipped (ahem) some cover. Black, with pink and white leaves all over. She looked at the picture and pictured herself in the dress on a ship, wind in her face, even though the only time she had ever been sailing she was acting as a deckhand, polishing brass fixtures and…

fittings below deck in the galley and having to ensure that the food for the crew was sufficient in calories, that when it was stormy and the fish were then fed, that some calorific value would still be retained.

Whilst being the deckhand, often there were times when Elle would plunge into the water, diving from a height off the mast, and swim with the dolphins. It was at this time that her large breasts and flipper feet were notably at their most useful; buoyancy aids in the ocean without having to worry about placing a life vest over her bikini and therfore preventing a nasty chafing!

Whilst there were many times that Elle thought of dancing Irish Jigs with other deckhands, this became somewhat of a problem as her megapods were just too mega.

So as Elle reiminisced these days long gone, she suddenly felt the hand of Mr Maxillofax touching her….

camels that could smell the water from 60 miles away. They reached the suq at dawn.

Moksha slowly regained consciousness: released from Morpheus's horrifying incubus. Her jaw ached appallingly, her mouth was parched and tasted of faux caviar. Elle held the chicken outfit aloft.

…This review is not being done by the health and safety inspecting bodies - no information about individual businesses will be passed on to them, unless it is in the public interest to do so. She continued, the project team will not respond to individuals about their views.

The crew cannot deal with complaints about the way the inspection bodies have dealt with individual cases - any complaints should be taken up by the normal channels. If you want advice…

"Then I suggest that you take this chicken suit, put it on, and start acting like you know who you're dealing with, then we may get a resolution to the problem that we undoubtedly have in front of us. As Moshka slumped quietly, dribbling a little and waiting for one of the trusty crew to help her up, Elle again turned to the Project Team and said rather sharply. "Now, does anyone have any questions? If not, I recommend you immediately get out to those camels and start........

Dancing.

Incubus were playing at the Kismet tonite and Moksha was pumped and bouncing.

As the morbidly indulgents were tossed into the frenethic security pit Moksha glazed over at a young boy and a very old man she had seen standing in line to see the show tonite. And there's a light on heavy glow as the band plays Nice To Know You.

In a trinity Moksha saw the blue light.

As Moshka edged her way along the dance floor, carefully avoiding Elle who was bouncing with the best of them, Incubus began to play "Love Hurts" - the best record they ever did - suddenly, she realised that the blue light she had seen, was from the police cars which had screamed up with their blues and twos. In a pickle, she looked over to Elle, unsure of what to do. The young boy….

As Moshka edged her way along the dance floor, carefully avoiding Elle who was bouncing with the best of them, Incubus began to play "Love Hurts" - the best record they ever did - suddenly, she realised that the blue light she had seen, was from the police cars which had screamed up with their blues and twos. In a pickle, she looked over to Elle, unsure of what to do. The young boy….

Surprised to hear the same words repeated, was lured into becoming an Internet Porn Star just so he could feed his…

furtive imagination, which was running wild. He knew that he had to be extremely careful as the authorities were very close, catching up with him. His next step was to ....




(oops on the ditto - doin a mismi)!

the left and then a jump to right put your hands on your hips.

"Bring your niece Intight" they told the lad at the audition for Kismet Casino's " La Cage Aux Folle meets Rocky Horror". The boy got the nods from the old man and celled his neice.

"Fervent Intight here", Moksha trilled (on the 4showbizonlyfone). "Runner Mok', they're casting Aspersions in the Kismet Drama Theatre", said Jackal Lad. Moksha dropped everything except her Fervent Intight persona and broomed into the auditions.

Casting aspersions in 'Little Sheba'! If casting is 90 percent of direction, the new production of "Come Back, Little Sheba" that opened recently at the Biltmore Theatre is a direction disaster.

Moksha is married to an alcoholic chiropractor, who seethes with jealousy and lust for Marie, Marie is conducting a torrid affair with a handsome high school lug, while planning her marriage to a rich young man with no sex appeal named Bruce.

Meanwhile poor Moksha conducts pathetic flirtations with every man who crosses her threshold, including the amiable mailman and the hunky poolboy, who seems to be having a parallel career as a physique model.

In the land where the metaphors fall heavily, we must presume that Moksha gives up on seeing her "sweet little puppy" ever again…

Moksha was becoming so involved with her show business life that it became difficult to separate fantasy from reality. Fortunately...

Moksha and Slippy have a saying that "The fantasy is better than the reality." It comes up when incongruent situations appear in their life, where something that hasn't yet happened appears irrationally magnificent in comparison to something that already either exists for us or something that is also a good thing and more achievable, but not as magnificent.

After they chew on it for a while and think about the unintended consequences and side effects, they often conclude that they'll stay with what we have, but enjoy thinking about the fantasy. Now - I've never been accused of not "going for things", so you need to imagine "big fantasies" here, such as…

a fantasy that typically would involve a situation which is impossible (such as the existence of magic powers) or highly unlikely. For instance:

That which offers itself or is offered as an illustrative case; something cited in proof or exemplification; a case occurring; an example - those which proceed at the solicitation of some party…

that is being held by Mr. Webster in his mansion with "the swimming pool" of swimming pools. The fantasy that Moshka and Slippy had discussed was so completely unbelievable that even the thought of ...

Such a thing was completely unbelievable! Goat cheese, sharp cheddar, parmigiano reggiano, sauteed shiitake and crimini mushrooms. AND TRUFFLE OIL?!? you have got to be kidding me! Said Moshka and Slippy in unison. Why, the very idea…