PEOPLE whose surname is Toblerone should always take along an empty 'Toblerone' chocolate box when attending interviews for office jobs. This would save your potential employer the expense of having to make a name plaque for your desk, and therefore increase your chances of getting the job.

Little by little the night turns around
Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn
Lotuses lean on each other in yearning
Under the eaves the swallow is resting
Set the controls for the heart of the sun

Over the mountain watching the watcher
Breaking the darkness
Waking the grapevine
knowledge of love is knowledge of shadow
Love is the shadow that ripens the wine
Set the controls for the heart of the sun

Witness the man who raves at the wall
Making the shape of his question to Heaven
Whether the sun will fall in the evening
Will he remember the lesson of giving
Set the controls for the heart of the sun

 phineas wrote: 

The full length product is quite melancholy. I think you'll like it. Don't know when yet. 

 laozilover wrote: 
Occasionally...

Dark side of the moon?

 winter wrote: 
Not by half.

It's not half enough.

 oldviolin wrote: 
I've watched it a couple of times. Thought-provoking, a little sad... He's a talented guitarist.

Thanks Fellers. I will pass it on.

May 12,186_ Rany last nite and this morning. in the afternoon it cleared up.
gosh i wish you cood see the licking Beany got tonite. me and Beany went
out to go up to see Pewt and make some sweet fern sigars. Beany came
over for me and went up to Pewts. on the way Beany went up an rung his
doorbell and we hid behind the fence and Mister Watson, Beany's father,
came out holding a light and shading it with his hand. the wind blew the
lite out and in going in again he hit his head an awful bump against
the door. me and Beany nearly died laffing only we tride not to laff
too loud. well we went up to Pewts and Pewt had been sent to bed for
something and so we started back and met a man who said is this you
Elbridge, it was pretty dark and Beany said yes and Mister Watson
grabbed us both by the collar and said, so you are the boys who rung my
doorbell and then he give Beany a rap on the side of the head and began
to shake him round lively and while he was shaking Beany up i put for
home. i hid behind the fence and i cood hear him say i will learn you
to asosiate with that misable Shute boy and wast your time ringing
doorbells, and Beany was saying, o father i will never do it again. i
nearly died laffing to hear Beany a rattling round on the sidewalk. i
hope Mister Watson wont tell father. i gess he wont for he gets over his
mad pretty quick. every time i think of Beanys legs flying round in the
air i giggle rite out and when i think of Mister Watson bumping his head
i nearly die. sometimes i think it pays to be tuff.

Henry A. Shute

 oldviolin wrote: 
Fuckin A!

 oldviolin wrote: 
Wow, great piece, OV.

My Brother is the subject of this short film.

 Manbird wrote: 

 oldviolin wrote: 
"Yes man descended, that ornery cuss... but never say he descended from us!"

 Manbird wrote: 
Is that your final anti-answer? Because if it is...

 oldviolin wrote: 
"You catch more honey with flies."