You might have observed that we haven’t posted anything recently. Then again, you might not. The thing is, Sheen and I have been away. And guess where we went to spend our Holy Week – yes, that’s right, you already read the title – Colungo.
I swore some time ago I would never return to that [...]
Archive for the ‘The Somontano Monkey’ Category
11 Apr
Colungo 2.0
26 Oct
The Somontano Monkey Speaks For The Last Time
(If you STILL don’t know what this is about, have a look at the SOMONTANO MONKEY page. And, as I remarked before, this will be the last of the suras, for want of a better word, of His Monkeyness as a result of the ghastly experience I had in Colungo recently. I shall, however, be [...]
1 Sep
The Somontano Monkey Speaks #4
(Don’t know the Somontano Monkey? See the SOMONTANO MONKEY DYSLEPSIS page!)
O people, hear me before we die:
Avast there, denizens of salty wastes, awash with twinkly bells, rotting matter of unspecified provenance before the sweltering maidens can even flinch in boredom, nay, annoyance at being found out. Trigger of bronze, barrel of chrome, the gun [...]
15 Jul
The Somontano Monkey Speaks #3
(Not sure what this is about? See the SOMONTANO MONKEY DYSLEPSIS PAGE)
Oh people hear me before we die:
Shifting sands feed not the viper of eternal wastelessness opposite thy unrealised mauve dream of unflinching captivity seemingly crossed with vacuous vapidity with a strong smell of rum. Conniving with streams which run towards the neck of charred [...]
30 May
The Somontano Monkey Speaks #2
(DON’T KNOW WHAT THIS IS ABOUT? CHECK OUT THE SOMONTANO MONKEY DYSLEPSIS PAGE!!)
Chapter 2
Oh people hear me before we die:
Beyond unreached diaresis of silence twixt the sands of universality and contorted camouflage becoming awake searching to the ground inevitably discovered realisations practical liquid combs and angst among the undergrowth of sinister fate.
I have this thing [...]
21 May
The Somontano Monkey Speaks #1
SEE “THE SOMONTANO MONKEY DYSLEPSIS” PAGE TO UNDERSTAND WHAT THIS IS ABOUT!!
Chapter One
Oh people hear me before we die:
Deaf is the word I hear in the crispy depth your never-failing heart of love that is so wise rejects and carelessly absorbs grain like sand for which I am come before you. The fig on the [...]
