Our knowledge of space is pure speculation.
On the fringe stands The Eavesdrop Inn.
Best burger for light years.
Ingredients unknown
But their motto is:
To Serve Man
Order Up
Category: Today’sRiff
Niche
nouveau riche caste search
never achieves the rich niche
gaude sublimate
with garish accoutrements
gauche ticky tacky gild trash
Seashells
Susan and Sally went to the seashore to a very popular seafood restaurant. Being fully paid up members in the ladies who lunch bunch of society, they settled in with cocktails for a nice long one.
Susan’s gaze locked with the stranger’s across the crowded restaurant, and she was suddenly overwhelmed by a powerful emotion. She did not know why the vision of this well appointed flâneur had stirred such deep body quivers and quakes within her. She felt a very strong compunction to go down to the beach and sell seashells at highly inflated prices to fulfill this strangers deepest need.
She had hoped he had designs on her. But truly, he only cared for himself. No more long lingering lunches for her. She was now a slave to the growing seashell economic bubble.
More shells. More better, was the watchword of the era. Even her one time friend Sally could not save her from herself or her shellfish desires.
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Quaff
Imagine my surprise when what I thought would be a thoroughly excellent Wordle start word, “quafe” was not acceptable to the Wordle divinties. So I did a query and lo and behold it was not an acceptable English spelling. Apparently it is spelled “quaff”. An unquestionably awful starter word. Quite the quagmire I muttered to myself. So off I went on my daily quixotic quiz quest, with a quotient of quality alliteration and quanting ways. Most of which resulted in quenching my thirst for word quaking in a most satisfying way. (See solution below) Minor spoiler alert: Not a single Q was used in the solving of this quintessentially quirky quiz.
A quality score which I shan’t quibble with
Add this to the #SoCS que
Dismal 204
Stake Out
I thought I was done
Until I became undone
Who on earth does that
Stick a fork in me
Be gentle. Try not to hurt
I bleed out easy
Just flip me again
I can take it cause I'm tough
And getting tougher
Improperly seared
Becoming dry and chewy
Now a good shoe sole
Off The Old Block
Today’s prompt caused this spark in my neural pathways
once a wire
add a switch
born a circuit
became integrated
to be a transistor
shrunk to a chip
begat a microchip
quantum computing
here I come
Yikes!
Eggshells
Spending time around
A person you feel the need
To walk on eggshells
Whenever they're near is like
Walking on gilded splinter
Fragile treading way
To walk on pins and needles
Not making a sound
Puts a deep hurt on the sole
Would rather walk on sunshine
Tarantella
Little Debbie was a very fussy Scorpio, though she had some ways about her that weren’t quite right. Still the very thought of a public thriller of any sort made her gag. But the fact that the Tarantella Tombola was for a good cause made her climb on board for what became the ride of her life.
Desanguination
Well placed tourniquet
May staunch national bleeding
But an infusion
Of decency is called for
Replenish dearth of honor
Best people promised
Delivered hucksters and frauds
Germ deniers all
Not a washed hand in the bunch
But they sure do dress purty
Cherished by a once
Aspirational nation
Transfusion needed
From those that have sold the truth
For their own capital gains
A Scroll Threw Life 