Faceless

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People are only faceless if you don’t bother to look them in the face. Nor do you need a Facebook page to have a face.

Face it

 

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Aster La Vista

Aster la vista plant life. I hopped on my astral plane and headed for the animal kingdom. From spore to sprout was an interminable boarding process from hell. The gate agents seemed engulfed by a morass of myopic malaise. But as sure as mayonnaise is yummy enough to let us enjoy vegetables on their lonesome, I knew the opportunity would turnip soon to release my inner animal. It seemed like forever. Eons and epochs blended together before my mitotic formed the longed for aster. Or do you say meiotic. TomAto, Tamahto. But I never called the whole thing off. Even though it took further eternities before I was able to make an aster of myself; I did it. So now as I soar along on my own private astral plain I shall continue reaching for the stars.

 

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Daily Blast

Bury, burn or blast off. Thinking back to our earliest days I have to wonder which came first. Some hominid tripping over the bones of the dead said we have to do something about this. Hmmm. Should we dig a hole and bury it or should we have a bonfire (really a bone fire) and make ashes of our ancestors.

Conditions at the time dictated and facilitated the choice.

Fast forward many years to when technology gave us another option. Lets just shoot our earthly remains into space. After all there is a lot of space up there in space. We are just the species to fill it. After all who wants to have their leavings hanging around in perpetuity in the…

 

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Chuckle’s Circus Is On The Air

via Daily Prompt: Chuckle

Chuckles was a bit of a newcomer to this particular circus, though many can reasonably argue his life has always been a joke. Albeit a rich joke. He was a clown.

He joined a well seasoned Grins. More of a comedian than a clown. His grin perhaps bespoke of amusement,  but in reality was more of a sardonic mocking rictus.  This became apparent once the plans and punitive machinations his odious thoughts were conjuring came to light. Everyone was going to pay for not giving him his due sooner.

Guffaws was a different beastie all together.  Having been at this circus game longer than any of the others. He had developed an emotional shell into which he would withdraw at the first sign of trouble. Lugging this shell with him as the Ringmaster of this dysfunctional circus had taught him to run the show at a tortoise pace and excel at getting nothing done while bringing nary an attraction to this three ringed circus.

It had been so long between acts that the audience took their leave and were demanding the price of admission back. Leaving only the black robed ticket punchers to deny the validity of the public clamor. The three performers now opined that the townspeople, which surrounded and outnumbered them, no longer even wanted to see their show.

But the show must go on.

So Chuckles, Grins, and Guffaws worked late into the night to hatch a plan. Together they made enough noise to keep the wolves awake. Packs of  these voracious hungry predators descended on the townsfolk and ate them all up solving the three circus performers problems and making all their dreams all come true. Thus leaving Chuckles, Grins, and Guffaws to do what they do best.

Nothing.

Except for Chuckles who  blathered endlessly about his circus being The Greatest Show On Earth.

Step Right Up.

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Its Time

via Daily Prompt: Opaque

Override Oblique Opaque Oligarchy Operations Or Owe Outlandish Offerings Outright Owning Oblivion Obscurity Obfuscation Of Obvious Ontological Oopsies

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Oh My!

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Note:  The crux of the biscuit is the missing apostrophe