1/20/12
A very young, very brown, almost black, lady, with a stringed instrument, transparent, faint, and etherial has materialized across the Vapeland sky. She plays on a stringed instrument, and you can hear her song..."Mount Abora, we adore thee..." It is light and cheering, uplifting and sad, hopefull and full of realism. Suddenly her strings emit a disonant sound and turning her round backed instrument over she starts to shake it and out falls yardbyrd. The dark skinned woman is laughing gleefully as she turns her music maker back into its proper position and fades slowly away her endearing and gorgeous smile and sparkling eyes reveal her love.
Yardbyrd is falling down to the ground and he opens his wings and putting his head down starts a "death dive" straight down to the ground next to the tea table, in the center of Vapeland, where his ever vigilant perch appears and he lights upon it gently. His YB medallion is glowing a burnt sienna color and a very smooth, almost spanish accented, deep throated, male voice is heard emitting from him...
"Greetings! Salutations! Lauds and honors to you fellow Vapelandians! I am so pleased to see our foal gathered together, as is their wont, for the common good!
I must say that I owe a debt of gratitude to my friend And employee James. His ever vigilant care and concern help me greatly to communicate here when I am preoccupied in distant realms. His constant attention, tenacious focus, and friendly support remind me of all true Vapelandians. I must take your leave now but must impart to you- one and all, native Vapelandian and strangers who visit us- my joy, positive feedback, and paternal wishes for some thing that is greater than us all! Viva Vapeland! Forgive me, this morning, for double posting poetry from those who are far wiser than me."
Yardbyrd bends his head down and hold his wings tight! He nods at his perch, once, twice, and on the third time the perch descends into that magicked ground, that realm of whimsy, that comforting home of the mind and imagination, and bearing him downward he abdsorbs into that soil so well spelled, that dwemonered earth, that magicked soil, that leave covered, yet magicked, that mundane but extraordoinary that welcoming loam, and state of peace....Vapeland!
"A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard would see them there,
And all who should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise."
~Kubla Kahan -Samuel Taylor Coelridge
"So saying, he stopped his horse and let the reins fall on its neck: then slowly beating time
with one hand, and with a faint smile lighting up his gentle, foolish face, he began:
"I'll tell thee everything I can;
There's little to relate.
I saw an aged, aged man,
A-sitting on a gate.
'Who are you, aged man?' I said,
' And how is it you live?'
And his answer trickled through my head
like water through a sieve."
Alice And The White Knight
~Lewis Carroll
11/24/12
Thick clouds of voluminous foggy mist hang over Vapeland like a white cloak dimming sight and making normal trees and images odd and ghost-like. You can hardly see your hand in front of your face. A swirling,twirling, and whirling motion is slowly approaching, and the clouds part, briefly, and you can see James, yardbyrd's assistant, carrying a ridiculously large,ostrich feather fan, waving it back and forth, like some world war II flag signalman. He is just barely making a path through the banks of white; he's almost lost in the background of white, his white tuxedo with scarlet cummerbund seeming to float wraith like without him; if it wasn't for the Ostrich fan and faint light glinting off of ruby cufflinks he wouldn't be visible at all. As he draws nearer to the tea table, in the clearing in the center of Vapeland, you can see yardbyrd, walking along behind him.
Yardbyrd stopsnext to the table and pecking the ground a plain wooden perch rises from it. James stops, at attention, the large fan held in his right hand, upright, like a spearas yardbyrd hops upon the perch. A platinum looking YB medallion around his neck begins to glow red and exudes a sphere that extends,dissapating the clouds, engulfing James and creating a red orb around them. A deep, masculine, Latin sounding male voice can be heard as the translating necklace does its job:
"Hail, greetings, salutations, and fondest regards Vapelandians! My Thanksgiving was wonderful and I would like you all to know that you, and our kindred Vapeland are just some of the many things I am thankful for. I see we have more new travellers in our midst..." (he actually says mist as James, smirking glances over to him and quickly becomes straight faced again) "...I offer you one and all a fond welcome!
James has related to me that even though he prefers coffee and tobacco flavors, in e-liquid, that he has recently placed an order for Pear Ship, with adjustments to his taste, which is, of course the lone tobacco entry found in this our home. He also has stressed that even though fruit and sweet flavors are not his favorite that he has ordered White Rabbit because it is the only the second sweet/fruit flavor that he truly likes. The first, of course being Mystic Manadalime. I myself agree and find also that the succulent strawberry of Zombie Apocolypse, the refreshing Cherry blossom tea of Cherry Blossom, and the Blackberry crumble cake of Twas Brillig suit my old, yet finicky palate.
Monkey: I see you have offered your sincere "tanks" to ms. morri, who gratefully has accepted them.
ms. morri: I see that you Monsieur Eddy, and mlle. Kindelle benefit graciously from our resident simian's generosity and share with others; Ahh Vapeland!
Miss robin931: Your electronic endeavors are gorgeous.
I also see a nut in our ranks, more exactly a yuttynut who vapes mightily, and with fierce loyalty, his Vapelandian delights.
IKAG: You labor on, undaunted, in pursuit of your studies; well done.
Fondest regards JParadise, .kmh., madmalucas, Rev67, Riversong, kyi, wonderland, and so many more that an old byrd knows in his heart and mind's eye but fails to mention.
Alas! What news of lettucehead, KTK8, or old gloria is at hand? Zounds will we ever find the lost wokkerk? I hold out hope on this last expatriate that one day he will return. I am more confident about seeing the others soon.
I must leave you this cloud obscured morning with a final tremendous debt of gratitude to The Hill Giant. I'm so very pleased he picked White Rabbit for his entertaining, delightfully, and humongous vaping that has provided us all, this fine morning with this wonderful vapor. So thankful, am I, that on occasion he does exhale!
Viva Vapeland! Viva La Vapeland! Viva La Vita Vapeland!"
Nodding down to his perch it dematerilizes into yet more mist -white and smoke-like- and landing lightly on the ground yardbyrd tilts his head sidewise looking at James and lifing his left wing he pecks, gently, at a feather as he and James seem to collapse and swirl dematerializing into the mist. That fragrant vapor, that exquisite air, that light yet not cloying atmosphere, though obscured by cloud, that lends delight to all who inhale it, that magicked oxygen, that sorceled breath, that air of the imagination and the fantastic, the layered sweet, and refresing, and pallet delighting gases of this our home our Vapeland.
FOG
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
-Carl Sandburg
11/28/12
A very young, very brown, almost black, lady, with a stringed instrument, transparent, faint, and etherial has materialized across the Vapeland sky. She plays on a stringed instrument, and you can hear her song..."Mount Abora, we adore thee..." It is light and cheering, uplifting and sad, hopefull and full of realism. Suddenly her strings emit a disonant sound and turning her round backed instrument over she starts to shake it and out falls yardbyrd. The dark skinned woman is laughing gleefully as she turns her music maker back into its proper position and fades slowly away her endearing and gorgeous smile and sparkling eyes reveal her love.
Yardbyrd is falling down to the ground and he opens his wings and putting his head down starts a "death dive" straight down to the ground next to the tea table, in the center of Vapeland, where his ever vigilant perch appears and he lights upon it gently. His YB medallion is glowing a burnt sienna color and a very smooth, almost spanish accented, deep throated, male voice is heard emitting from him...
"Greetings! Salutations! Lauds and honors to you fellow Vapelandians! I am so pleased to see our foal gathered together, as is their wont, for the common good!
I must say that I owe a debt of gratitude to my friend And employee James. His ever vigilant care and concern help me greatly to communicate here when I am preoccupied in distant realms. His constant attention, tenacious focus, and friendly support remind me of all true Vapelandians. I must take your leave now but must impart to you- one and all, native Vapelandian and strangers who visit us- my joy, positive feedback, and paternal wishes for some thing that is greater than us all! Viva Vapeland! Forgive me, this morning, for double posting poetry from those who are far wiser than me."
Yardbyrd bends his head down and hold his wings tight! He nods at his perch, once, twice, and on the third time the perch descends into that magicked ground, that realm of whimsy, that comforting home of the mind and imagination, and bearing him downward he abdsorbs into that soil so well spelled, that dwemonered earth, that magicked soil, that leave covered, yet magicked, that mundane but extraordoinary that welcoming loam, and state of peace....Vapeland!
"A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard would see them there,
And all who should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise."
~Kubla Kahan -Samuel Taylor Coelridge
"So saying, he stopped his horse and let the reins fall on its neck: then slowly beating time
with one hand, and with a faint smile lighting up his gentle, foolish face, he began:
"I'll tell thee everything I can;
There's little to relate.
I saw an aged, aged man,
A-sitting on a gate.
'Who are you, aged man?' I said,
' And how is it you live?'
And his answer trickled through my head
like water through a sieve."
Alice And The White Knight
~Lewis Carroll
11/24/12
Thick clouds of voluminous foggy mist hang over Vapeland like a white cloak dimming sight and making normal trees and images odd and ghost-like. You can hardly see your hand in front of your face. A swirling,twirling, and whirling motion is slowly approaching, and the clouds part, briefly, and you can see James, yardbyrd's assistant, carrying a ridiculously large,ostrich feather fan, waving it back and forth, like some world war II flag signalman. He is just barely making a path through the banks of white; he's almost lost in the background of white, his white tuxedo with scarlet cummerbund seeming to float wraith like without him; if it wasn't for the Ostrich fan and faint light glinting off of ruby cufflinks he wouldn't be visible at all. As he draws nearer to the tea table, in the clearing in the center of Vapeland, you can see yardbyrd, walking along behind him.
Yardbyrd stopsnext to the table and pecking the ground a plain wooden perch rises from it. James stops, at attention, the large fan held in his right hand, upright, like a spearas yardbyrd hops upon the perch. A platinum looking YB medallion around his neck begins to glow red and exudes a sphere that extends,dissapating the clouds, engulfing James and creating a red orb around them. A deep, masculine, Latin sounding male voice can be heard as the translating necklace does its job:
"Hail, greetings, salutations, and fondest regards Vapelandians! My Thanksgiving was wonderful and I would like you all to know that you, and our kindred Vapeland are just some of the many things I am thankful for. I see we have more new travellers in our midst..." (he actually says mist as James, smirking glances over to him and quickly becomes straight faced again) "...I offer you one and all a fond welcome!
James has related to me that even though he prefers coffee and tobacco flavors, in e-liquid, that he has recently placed an order for Pear Ship, with adjustments to his taste, which is, of course the lone tobacco entry found in this our home. He also has stressed that even though fruit and sweet flavors are not his favorite that he has ordered White Rabbit because it is the only the second sweet/fruit flavor that he truly likes. The first, of course being Mystic Manadalime. I myself agree and find also that the succulent strawberry of Zombie Apocolypse, the refreshing Cherry blossom tea of Cherry Blossom, and the Blackberry crumble cake of Twas Brillig suit my old, yet finicky palate.
Monkey: I see you have offered your sincere "tanks" to ms. morri, who gratefully has accepted them.
ms. morri: I see that you Monsieur Eddy, and mlle. Kindelle benefit graciously from our resident simian's generosity and share with others; Ahh Vapeland!
Miss robin931: Your electronic endeavors are gorgeous.
I also see a nut in our ranks, more exactly a yuttynut who vapes mightily, and with fierce loyalty, his Vapelandian delights.
IKAG: You labor on, undaunted, in pursuit of your studies; well done.
Fondest regards JParadise, .kmh., madmalucas, Rev67, Riversong, kyi, wonderland, and so many more that an old byrd knows in his heart and mind's eye but fails to mention.
Alas! What news of lettucehead, KTK8, or old gloria is at hand? Zounds will we ever find the lost wokkerk? I hold out hope on this last expatriate that one day he will return. I am more confident about seeing the others soon.
I must leave you this cloud obscured morning with a final tremendous debt of gratitude to The Hill Giant. I'm so very pleased he picked White Rabbit for his entertaining, delightfully, and humongous vaping that has provided us all, this fine morning with this wonderful vapor. So thankful, am I, that on occasion he does exhale!
Viva Vapeland! Viva La Vapeland! Viva La Vita Vapeland!"
Nodding down to his perch it dematerilizes into yet more mist -white and smoke-like- and landing lightly on the ground yardbyrd tilts his head sidewise looking at James and lifing his left wing he pecks, gently, at a feather as he and James seem to collapse and swirl dematerializing into the mist. That fragrant vapor, that exquisite air, that light yet not cloying atmosphere, though obscured by cloud, that lends delight to all who inhale it, that magicked oxygen, that sorceled breath, that air of the imagination and the fantastic, the layered sweet, and refresing, and pallet delighting gases of this our home our Vapeland.
FOG
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
-Carl Sandburg
11/28/12
