11/9/12
Night has fallen over Vapeland. A half full moon sends bright beams breaking downward through a high hazy ribbon like bank of clouds. The crickets are chirping and a tiny tree frog has somehow landed inside one of the tea cups on the tea-table and service in the center of Vapeland.
One tiny hand like limb, green with brown highlights, sits lazily over the edge of the teacup. His tiny hand-like appendage, adorned with suction cups, caress the rim of the receptacle. A tiny flat head with large black eyes peeks over the edge looking, watching, waiting. He starts to sing a chirp-like amphibian song and his notes become visible, drifting upward and twisting conically weave together to form yardbyrd. The tree frog leaps reflexively into a nearby tree to seek refuge.
Yardyrd's wings are spread and he glides easily to the ground where a plain wooden perch, complete with a bevelled edge where a wood shaving was taken, appears and he lights on it. A medallion, platinum- like, on a platinum-like chain around his neck woven into a YB begins to glow a soft yellow. You can hear a smooth, deep, male Latin voice, as the translator does its job.
"Hail and Greetings Vapeland and Vapelandians! VivaVapeland! What a joyous thing it is to be here tonight even though the night wanes.
Greetings to new ones in the midst of our mist; lhandbe, WandaH, DancingDead, Robin931, and Kindelle, lucky child of morri! Apologies for any newcomers my old byrd sight may have missed.
It is good to see blondeambition3, yuttynut, and the snakeskined one in our land again.
I see congratulations are in order to lettucehead who has won stealth; and I thought, all these years it had to be practiced, developed, and grown!
I know all of Vapeland is waiting in eager anticipation as our founders journey far to a new home; our thoughts, prayers, positive energies, and well wishes for a safe and happy relocation focus upon them.
Thank you, fellow Vapelandians, for this respite from the world. Thank you for your thoughts, humor, insight, caring, and presence. Tonight I wish for us -one and all- good fortune, good graces, good will, and greater thoughts.
Viva Vapeland! Viva La Vapeland! Viva La Vita Vapeland!"
Yardbyrd produces a stocking cap, from under a wing, and dons it looking rather comical. He opens his beak wide in a yawn and as he lies down upon the top of his perch it slowly sizzles and fizzles until it transfrorms into a bed; a bed with a large nest on it! He settles into the nest and a quilt creeps up over him from its recesses. He reflexively places his bill under a wing and starts to fade out as his smooth even breathing, at ease and restfull, let you know he is sleeping peacefully, even as he vanishes from view.
"THE sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest.
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night."
- Excerpt from "Night"- Wiliam Blake
11/14/12
The sound of a train on train tracks rolling by fills the Vapeland air and a boxcar door opens and out flies Yardbyrd:
"Hail, greetings, and salutations Vapelandians! Viva Vapeland! Just a quick, roll/flyby. I found this post on Facebook a few minutes ago; it is 7 hours old:
John Jah L. Flynn
"The lunchbox has landed! Nicole and I are safe at our new home."
I just felt compelled to share this information with you. Viva Vapeland! Viva La Vapeland! Viva La Vita Vapeland!"
The train is still rolling by and suddenly an old fashioned mail bag pick up hook reaches out, snags yardbyrd, and before you can say strange blue byrd the train, its hook, and yardbyrd are gone.
11/14/12
A sound like an audio or video tape rewinding can be heard and suddenly the train has returned -running backward! The mail hook pops out and plops yardbyrd on the ground in front of you. Somehow that darned perch managed to appear under him! He looks a bit dazed and shakes his head slowly then apparently realizes where he is!
"Thank goodness! It's Vapeland! VIVA Vapeland! I will attempt to up load a photo from Jah called My New Street:
I hope this works o.k. and that you all enjoy it!:
A portable stairway is telescoping down off the boxcar behind yardbyrd. A man dressed in a conductors uniform is backing down the stairs and when he turns around it is James! He suddenly cries, "Bohhhhhhhhhhhard!" He walks up the stairs and yardbyrd lifts from his perch which instantly disappears, flies toward James, then over him through the door. James walks up the stairs, turns around and pulls them up.
"Viva La Vita Vapeland!"
The train levitates straight up off the tracks and begins to twist upward until it is vertical. Spinning, maniacally, it starts to resemble a dna chain when there is a peale of thunder and it is gone.
Night has fallen over Vapeland. A half full moon sends bright beams breaking downward through a high hazy ribbon like bank of clouds. The crickets are chirping and a tiny tree frog has somehow landed inside one of the tea cups on the tea-table and service in the center of Vapeland.
One tiny hand like limb, green with brown highlights, sits lazily over the edge of the teacup. His tiny hand-like appendage, adorned with suction cups, caress the rim of the receptacle. A tiny flat head with large black eyes peeks over the edge looking, watching, waiting. He starts to sing a chirp-like amphibian song and his notes become visible, drifting upward and twisting conically weave together to form yardbyrd. The tree frog leaps reflexively into a nearby tree to seek refuge.
Yardyrd's wings are spread and he glides easily to the ground where a plain wooden perch, complete with a bevelled edge where a wood shaving was taken, appears and he lights on it. A medallion, platinum- like, on a platinum-like chain around his neck woven into a YB begins to glow a soft yellow. You can hear a smooth, deep, male Latin voice, as the translator does its job.
"Hail and Greetings Vapeland and Vapelandians! VivaVapeland! What a joyous thing it is to be here tonight even though the night wanes.
Greetings to new ones in the midst of our mist; lhandbe, WandaH, DancingDead, Robin931, and Kindelle, lucky child of morri! Apologies for any newcomers my old byrd sight may have missed.
It is good to see blondeambition3, yuttynut, and the snakeskined one in our land again.
I see congratulations are in order to lettucehead who has won stealth; and I thought, all these years it had to be practiced, developed, and grown!
I know all of Vapeland is waiting in eager anticipation as our founders journey far to a new home; our thoughts, prayers, positive energies, and well wishes for a safe and happy relocation focus upon them.
Thank you, fellow Vapelandians, for this respite from the world. Thank you for your thoughts, humor, insight, caring, and presence. Tonight I wish for us -one and all- good fortune, good graces, good will, and greater thoughts.
Viva Vapeland! Viva La Vapeland! Viva La Vita Vapeland!"
Yardbyrd produces a stocking cap, from under a wing, and dons it looking rather comical. He opens his beak wide in a yawn and as he lies down upon the top of his perch it slowly sizzles and fizzles until it transfrorms into a bed; a bed with a large nest on it! He settles into the nest and a quilt creeps up over him from its recesses. He reflexively places his bill under a wing and starts to fade out as his smooth even breathing, at ease and restfull, let you know he is sleeping peacefully, even as he vanishes from view.
"THE sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest.
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night."
- Excerpt from "Night"- Wiliam Blake
11/14/12
The sound of a train on train tracks rolling by fills the Vapeland air and a boxcar door opens and out flies Yardbyrd:
"Hail, greetings, and salutations Vapelandians! Viva Vapeland! Just a quick, roll/flyby. I found this post on Facebook a few minutes ago; it is 7 hours old:
John Jah L. Flynn
"The lunchbox has landed! Nicole and I are safe at our new home."
I just felt compelled to share this information with you. Viva Vapeland! Viva La Vapeland! Viva La Vita Vapeland!"
The train is still rolling by and suddenly an old fashioned mail bag pick up hook reaches out, snags yardbyrd, and before you can say strange blue byrd the train, its hook, and yardbyrd are gone.
11/14/12
A sound like an audio or video tape rewinding can be heard and suddenly the train has returned -running backward! The mail hook pops out and plops yardbyrd on the ground in front of you. Somehow that darned perch managed to appear under him! He looks a bit dazed and shakes his head slowly then apparently realizes where he is!
"Thank goodness! It's Vapeland! VIVA Vapeland! I will attempt to up load a photo from Jah called My New Street:
I hope this works o.k. and that you all enjoy it!:
A portable stairway is telescoping down off the boxcar behind yardbyrd. A man dressed in a conductors uniform is backing down the stairs and when he turns around it is James! He suddenly cries, "Bohhhhhhhhhhhard!" He walks up the stairs and yardbyrd lifts from his perch which instantly disappears, flies toward James, then over him through the door. James walks up the stairs, turns around and pulls them up.
"Viva La Vita Vapeland!"
The train levitates straight up off the tracks and begins to twist upward until it is vertical. Spinning, maniacally, it starts to resemble a dna chain when there is a peale of thunder and it is gone.
