The surrealist thread has fallen down a flight of fish and repressed anger

[ShortStack]

Today, a locomotive passed through my living room, crushing a small demon and leaving behind smoke spelling out the lyrics of greensleeves, droning a single tone, possibly A flat. I feel malcontent and a baguette crumb permanently dangles from my lip. Parakeets.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIFsdVPXMnE

[GelfXIII]

Blue. Ceiling sealed with Sea lion saliva. Again with the Blue. The Dredd Scott makes happy hiccups in my hovercraft.

http://i365.photobucket.com/albums/oo97/nathan-b/esc-e55.jpg

[ShortStack]

My mouth is full of glass orbs, or are they half formed ideas? Or shells? I pulled a conch out. Where did Alaska go? Cave squids. I will never finish my paintings.

[Foolish Mortal]

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2304/2135132551_6a107f1e30_o.gif (http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=2135132551&size=o)

[Dark Sasha]

I can feel the mutants climbing at my bones! It feels like salt in the summer!

[HOOKS]

This is the way the world is aborted. We are all failed semen on the napkin of reality, ill-prepared to embrace facial death.

[ShortStack]

I am not prepared to deal with the random generation of greek artifacts in my armpit.

[Alexander Hamilton]

My ostrich maintains a quick paced nautical speed while rowing on the surface of the sun.

[Fourthman]

The Cyrillic alphabet told my second cousin (face removed) to have a zero of.

[Brother Power the Gong]

Green is the sound heard in a vacuum. Tiger stripes are the first wobbly steps of decay. I am the harbinger of the lettuce of yesterday.

[Ashwin Pande]

I am sad to inform everybody that my butterscotch pantaloons will be out of style this noozmas.

[GelfXIII]

A thought
A sound
An emotion
rocks in the bottom of the Ugg boot of her soul.
A plinth on the moon
A bug in the hotel mirror.
Canape?

[Dark Sasha]

I am sad to inform everybody that my butters
scotch pantaloons will be out of style this noozmas.

But the pantaloons make the moon go "Honk Honk" and turn into cream.

Get on top

Get on top

pick puck pock pack!

[ShortStack]

I am sad to inform everybody that my butterscotch pantaloons will be out of style this noozmas.

noozmas fashions have always had a far lower viscosity. It is possible the trends have shifted to beetles.

[Alexander Hamilton]

The clock struck Velveta. We tap danced until red, but tomorrow's sandwich.

I felt :idea:, 12345abc.

[Stupendous Man]

The irascible mongoose trekked across the surface of his mind and perished from the unbearable greenness of it all.

[ShortStack]

I can't seem to remove my hand from the
------------------------- j'aimerais danse avec le mouton
PANIC PANIC
who left this here
it isn't theirs, it left a trail
too many pronouns in the cottage cheese

[Ashwin Pande]

The grim cuckoo clock is depressing the fish. Please sacrifice it to Ular, Goddess of Bustiers. My feet have fallen into a trap of temptation. Alas, it is forgotten and the time of generosity of buttons is past.

[GelfXIII]

Can I have a retractable hat for my thermostat?
The origami bat ate the "I can haz cheezburger" cat.
On the spindle the rent boy sat, fat.
Too many crimes, not enough rhymes.

[Alexander Hamilton]

I can't seem to remove my hand from the
------------------------- j'aimerais danse avec le mouton
PANIC PANIC
who left this here
it isn't theirs, it left a trail
too many pronouns in the cottage cheese


... the pronouns add so much...

$$$ love, love,l o v e



If only juxtaposition in dog/god


Though the numbers did gargle something fierce.....

you


underst[EXPLITIVE DELETED].

[edwardmblake]

Pixies? No, just a dog. (http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=3830396680029577028#)

[Cth]

I was flying along in my canoe, when the front wheel fell off, it must be Tuesday.

[Alexander Hamilton]

I seem to have lost my ocean. Is it in your guitar case?

[Doug]

The passage wound around my clock footed goose.

[ShortStack]

I seem to have lost my ocean. Is it in your guitar case?

Perchance, though neptune is far more fond of the mandolin. I left a remnant in there.

[ShortStack]

I asked Bendis if Spider man moooooooooooooooooooooooo beep i don't appear to have enough fortitude? Are you content, sir? My knees are peeling.

[Alexander Hamilton]

Perchance, though neptune is far more fond of the mandolin. I left a remnant in there.

Thanks, but no. The spaghetti get stuck in my dentures. The giraffe will continue the work.

[ShortStack]

Thanks, but no. The spaghetti get stuck in my dentures. The giraffe will continue the work.

The giraffe is aflame!
http://images.art.com/images/products/large/10053000/10053979.jpg
Your project may reach a standstill, and be wary of grilled foam.

[thatguyfromsyracuse]

A pickle desk, welded by napkin electrics. Your face, made simple on Mars is a hologram of trash. A zoo is made more complicated by the eels who run it. Volcano chocolate spews.

[NeverWanderer]

Intangible coughs ring the bells of memory. Are you there mother? Are you there father? Without a song to light my way, I duck. Quack.

[PeterSparker]

I climb the stairwell to the ocean floor and am reminded of the folding face of Guy Fawkes as my knees turn into reptile arms.

[NeverWanderer]

Climb the ladder. Penguin's plight. Your facial ticks dig under my skin. Lime disease. Tequila.

[HOOKS]

The sun was raped.

[Lyfeforce]

Sköbøl løösens the meat to the Øips. The missing goes deeper.

Scones. øö øö
Scones. øö øö
Scones. øö øö

[Brother Power the Gong]

Field by magnanimous infancy, vicious little pellets recite my clavicle and Wiggum opus: It tastes like burning.

[NeverWanderer]

minnie mouse has grown up a cow
dave's on sale again
we kissy kiss in the rear view we're so bored
you're to blame

[Doug]

Viagra can't help the walrus with piano keys for flippers.

[Ryan Elliott]

http://rosettasister.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/surreal21.jpg

[Masculine Todd]

///▲▲▲\\\ †‡†

lake r▲dio

[Foolish Mortal]

http://lh3.ggpht.com/_vg5FQVbnSP8/TGMcl5FYXKI/AAAAAAAAAds/3G5zYoblXac/Deer_ButtCannon.gif

[PeterSparker]

Bag Of Pig is where its at!

[ShortStack]

Lamb nuts are experiencing shadowy recollections over afternoon tea.

[Brother Power the Gong]

Why fish according to Genesis?

[ShortStack]

Insofar as the partially hydrogenated coconut oil rubbed on mae west's areola counter clockwise:;;; she listened to polka.

[GelfXIII]

The small round planet with a tree
a satellite dish or three
Over and under and through
The viper headed banana flew.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v651/gelf13/planetdish_cherney_big.jpg

[ShortStack]

I see ants turn into men on bicycles with baguette hats, for you are my destino. (http://www.vimeo.com/10857412)

[moonspider]

they're serving soup today!!!!!

[NeverWanderer]

Broccoli tears flow like organic lingerie through the canals of my shattered psyche.

[Brother Power the Gong]

Melting Orange and High Flow Odyssey = Flemish bastards. My god is of the extra-large and dim. Dream tariffs and exceptional Pea Nut Stickers. Grit.

[NeverWanderer]

If flamingo, then cruelty, but only when tin foil wrapper and a chocolate revolver.

[ShortStack]

I remove it from the bucket
I put it back in, but it is too big for the bucket
I try to take it back out but it is swollen too large
I crack the sides
It is no longer a bucket
The helmet is full of ever expanding matter
I try to contain it
The shattered fragments fuse with the internal matter
boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boingboing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boingboing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boingboing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boingboing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boingboing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boingboing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boingboing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boingboing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing boing
Why did I take it out?
It's like licking a 9-volt cabbage. Strange metallic taste of Ireland.

[Lyfeforce]

Eat more chicken. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uo-yf6Rkfeg)

[moonspider]

the lives we live are but tacos in the nutsack of our ancestors

[ShortStack]

I'd take a tour of jellyfish mountain but my tentacles don't have enough torque to get up the spiral stair case by themselves. Talk about it to Ruthy, darling. There ain't no shoes and no way out of Alabama.

[GelfXIII]

As the southernmost arm of the green glass bottle, you glint and gleam, darkle, sparkle, and pop.

[PeterSparker]

Tangerine slices weep blood while the antelopes sing arias to the corduroy moon on mountains of discarded doorknobs.

[Hoggie]

Is this where we come when we drop a couple tabs.

[thatguyfromsyracuse]

Bird labido crashing on a low pressure system. Sea salt swells, dispells, propels and the basket weaver passes on felching. Brooms of Lincolns ancestors prepare for rinse. You. I. You. WAKE UP GIRAFFES! WAKE UP GIRAFFES! YOUR FACE MAKES EXPLOSIONS!

[Randy Hassan]

I am pleased to see such a thread on the board.

I look forward to someday posting a message to express my appreciation.

[Brother Power the Gong]

Fickle Pickle Sickle Trickle-Down Down's Syndrome and Syndrums … Moving On.

[thatguyfromsyracuse]

Melodies of flowers sing your name. It's Ramone. But your true name, only the mole king knows. He weeps.

[Hoggie]

Melodies of flowers sing your name. It's Ramone. But your true name, only the mole king knows. He weeps.

Sometimes I am truly conflicted. You are either batshit crazy or a genius. Either way, always entertaining.

[thatguyfromsyracuse]

Sometimes I am truly conflicted. You are either batshit crazy or a genius. Either way, always entertaining.

:lol:

[ShortStack]

Your analysis suggests that I am experiencing possible synesthesia. Granted what I heard itched every single time we switched time signatures, but I assure you I feel with all five sense separately, my parallel self walks in and out of granite monoliths and ate the rest stop cajun food on a paper plate. I drink spinal fluid out of curly straws on guy fawkes day. Newt Gingrich continued reading the paper.

[ShortStack]

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STGKtqHxICU/RfgSp0_DNEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3vLgP226pJ4/s320/horrorlama.gif

[Hoggie]

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_STGKtqHxICU/RfgSp0_DNEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3vLgP226pJ4/s320/horrorlama.gif

Thanks, now I'll never get any sleep :scared:

[GelfXIII]

The disembodied eye watches as the orange sun descends into the sea between the gently flapping drapes.

A man in a bowler hat walks into the sky.

A hand coming out a sleeve with cuff links draws a picture of itself, is it's self, is the drawing.

A flock of geese, first black, then white. Fish.

In a circle, angels dance. Poor bastards, wait until they start seeing the bats!

[Foolish Mortal]

http://i38.tinypic.com/33mpnah.gif

[Superior Kiai]

The word cries nevermore, as the nevermore barfs consonants and pointless punctuation marks that fall between the spaces in the "W", not sure how the hot soup got in there in the first place.

[ShortStack]

My delirium is injected in these rocks. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ay7ER3TGSoM)

[Alexander Hamilton]

Often confusing, rarely a citrus fruit. The thread is tied in knots that can only be unraveled by hives.

[SgtPepper]

A squid eating dough in a polyethylene bag is fast and bulbous. Got me?

[Randy Hassan]

!Surréalisme! (http://www.madsci.org/~lynn/juju/surr/)

[GelfXIII]

My father was an ornately carved Elizabethan sideboard. My Mother was a 70s era waterbed. I stand frozen in time at the turning of the tide, with a twinky in one hand and a snuff box in the other.


I think this is the most beautiful thing I've ever written.

[Masculine Todd]

A squid eating dough in a polyethylene bag is fast and bulbous. Got me?

She's too much for my mirror.

[SgtPepper]

She's too much for my mirror.

Oh Debra Algebra Ebneezra Kadabra! Witch Goddess, Witch Goddess of Lankershim Boulevard! Cover my entire body with Avon Cologna and drive me to some relative's house in East L.A. (Wooden dog!)(Just till my skin clears up)

[ShortStack]

Russian mafia on mars (http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/35079)

[Alexander Hamilton]

Cup of vibration. Cup of vibration. Strings taught with lightning bolts.

Zest of late night party plans turn awkward with the inclusion of erasers.

[Ryudo]

http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/still_no_sleep.png

[Alexander Hamilton]

http://runescape.salmoneus.net/forums/style_emoticons/default/camel.gif

[Black Roman]

The depravity of madness creeps into the inner corridors of my mind, as I dwell in the land of remembrance and regret.

[Alexander Hamilton]

Tick, tock. Moneys wings it, but aptitude=no threat to infancy.

[thatguyfromsyracuse]

"Cheese cake." whispered the woodcutter. He was wrapped in aluminum foil. It sparkled like bat wings. "Can you sit?" yelled the beaver. He was a man in his world. My shakes. "Open up sky, make it vanilla." I cried. My tears like almonds, down to the roots of my feet. The trees live on. The chair melts. "Die endless." wrote my father. My death. I live. Onto the next one. Lavender cream floats by.

[ShortStack]

Every time I wipe my freckles start retracting and re-appearing as blades of grass underneath my feet that spontaneously germinate and die. No one notices. No one ever complimented the recipe

[Alexander Hamilton]

"Cheese cake." whispered the woodcutter. He was wrapped in aluminum foil. It sparkled like bat wings. "Can you sit?" yelled the beaver. He was a man in his world. My shakes. "Open up sky, make it vanilla." I cried. My tears like almonds, down to the roots of my feet. The trees live on. The chair melts. "Die endless." wrote my father. My death. I live. Onto the next one. Lavender cream floats by.

Trees marvel at the roundness. "Have you had your Salem Lites, today?"

A hatchet stands at the feet of the creator. Where tears fall, giant candy bars follow.

"Monday, Tuesday, Equine," warbled the train as it bounced past.

[Black Roman]

The seven-whiskered cat summons me to the dwelling ground of the Red King, to dance the 3 corned tango whilst the angels sing the waltz of death.

[Arion]

I dream of revolting spaguetti man that crawl down towards me. And I cannot walk or run. I'm turning into one of them. I can only crawl now down the rainbow path.

[GelfXIII]

Over the attic, under the basement, the Cold cuts through the cold cuts like a lantern through the ladder.

[GelfXIII]

I have seen the walrus run a 4 minute mile. I have heard the delicate sound of the Tuba in heat. I have smelt what was dealt by the energizer Bunny. I have tasted the salty power or the on/off switch, and I have touched the squishiness of the virtual.

What am I?

[danlomb]

“SCRIBBLE THE HELD CORN” - D. Lombardo
(Cut-Up Technique using
‘The Cobbler’s Children’ from Anyhow Stories
by W. K. Clifford, 1882.)


Read the book, we have all of us. The boy looked up
maker’s bench, that shoe - a little child’s father takes
so much to himself. He often turned to leave the great
many things; she saw the wind stir. The creeper in the
painted box, on the top more before - she thought she
stood sky once. Do you know what a sampler is? It is a
bit of painted wooden creeper dimly struggling to grow
up and up just a garret window. They wondered as high
as the shoemaker’s bench in thought of the many great
many things. He loved us, sorry, perhaps as just a little
world because they ached with crying still sorer pain.

Let us go to the garden, little shoe, to make for the child
that table. The woman said if he were quicker about it to
make them so sleep they sat on the stone steps that led
to the garden: an untidy dirty garden in which they see
the tendrils by it and at an unfinished shoe that was on
the bench. ‘Trouble to work well’, he said, ‘that when one
does well it is a deal lie flat.’

[WNCE]

I hop to the beat of a static lepyr. I concur with War Veterans of retro physics, They taste like trifled hard drives. Dreaming inside my plasticine fingernails, I breath in the tadpoles. Yearning for my patented bloodcells, that is the end of superflouous medication of my meditation pens.

[ShortStack]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HdZ9weP5i68

WOHWOOWHWHWHWOWOOoOAAAHHH!
i'm losing control of my hair follicles.

[Foolish Mortal]

The stellar balloons are facing a campaign of purple winds behind the sofa. :nonono2:

[Black Roman]

A lavender mist permeates my watercolored mind, the eccentricities of the lightning horses clouding my judgement and leaving me alone, filled with the hopeless power of being.

[ShortStack]

It's obvious I can't return the exhaust manifold to you, benfolio. We're wearing the same outfit.

[Black Roman]

Blood red dreams cover the world, a bespectacled man laughs at the sadness as the goose eats the gander.

[Foolish Mortal]

Those of the peanut brotherhood never fail to contemplate under arm odor.

[Jason California]

Once when I was younger, I started to chew on a leaf from a plant at my grandfathers place. I was just a lad, 6 years old. I do not know why I was doing it. Suddenly my tongue began to burn! I went to my mother to save me, because that is what mothers are for. She had me wash out my mouth with water. I don't know how many cups we went through, but it was a lot. She called the hospital as well. They told her to do what she had already done, and that if anything happened take me to the hospital. Luckily I was a OK.

I learned that day not to eat strange things. I have not thought about this memory in a good many years, but it just came back strong while I was watching Nick Swardsens Pretend Time. Something about a skit made me think of it. Now that I am have thought about the memory for a bit I find that I cannot recall what the skit was about at all.

It is like one memory traded it's existence for the life of another.

[Ryan Elliott]

The banana laughs as the squid plays the fiddle.

[Alexander Hamilton]

Folding peacocks into chocolate origami, and you?

[thatguyfromsyracuse]

"Smash the air." Sang the shoemaker. "Read my scripture." bellowed the child. Ornaments hang from your head. You are the Christmas tree. Christmas tree. Christmas spirit. Christmas cookies. Christmas lights. BLOOD! You are the dandy your father was. He is dead. He spilled his seed on the life hole. Despair. But do not RUN. Walk. Stop. RUN! Fly. Wings made of snow! Fire belch. BLOOD! Fall. Falling. Your dandy father catches you. Life. Death. Make believe. The deck needs to be stained. Abstain.

[Alexander Hamilton]

"Smash the air." Sang the shoemaker. "Read my scripture." bellowed the child. Ornaments hang from your head. You are the Christmas tree. Christmas tree. Christmas spirit. Christmas cookies. Christmas lights. BLOOD! You are the dandy your father was. He is dead. He spilled his seed on the life hole. Despair. But do not RUN. Walk. Stop. RUN! Fly. Wings made of snow! Fire belch. BLOOD! Fall. Falling. Your dandy father catches you. Life. Death. Make believe. The deck needs to be stained. Abstain.

Abstain? Have you not parceled the scripture of Uncle Sam? Things melt in accordance to the Prime Directive?!?!

[Black Roman]

Lemon yellow meringue dream, flightless folly, and boxing day rainbows.
Flowertop mists, hourglass fires, eyeless beasts cascading down forests of ether.
Bored poppies preying on the genius of youth, a bleeding sky caressing the bosom of the unclaimed mountains.

[ShortStack]

I would like to dance in the computers with a pig.
J'aimerais danser dans les ordinateurs avec un cochon.
私はコンピユータに豚と踊りたい
Jeg har lyst å danse i datamaskiner med en gris.

[ShortStack]

I put a series of self aware chicken femurs into my mouth where they jutted out like a strange conscious poultry underbite. This new dental enhancement questions it's own existence while making it very difficult to consume mashed potatoes.

[Andreas]

Lisa and the Devil (1974) (unfinished trailer) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2KYQWo6c_8)

[Black Roman]

Cupcake melancholy foxtrot. A lovelier melody never seen or touched, a dance neither heard nor tasted. A truly magnificent travesty for an

[JesterPepper?]

Curled in a fetus position, I, magnificent fetus, of such devoid charm and nip, am coated in Falkor's home made ginger spread. The white-haired centaur at the end of the teeny-tiny room giggles as he stamps his hooves, smashing the beautifully engraved floorboards, cocking his head left and left in rattles, shitting shit-shaped amulets all over. I, magnificent fetus, cry out in silence, Papa, papa, take me to the corn harvest so we may harvest corn, and harvest corn, and harvest corn, and harvest corn...

[ShortStack]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7p0WHIhnxY

Pinata surgery by my brother.

[GelfXIII]

I leverage the resolution against the tide. The harvested corn runs through my veins, vanity aroused by the sight of pinata gore. Echoing through the sunlit martian sward, salmon.

[michealdark]

Jameriquoi is dancing on the grave of a humpback Rob Thomas while AJ McClean, backstreet n**ga, waved his hands at your nutsack while singing love songs to Sookie Stackhouse's toenail clippings while they ate my hair.

[GelfXIII]

His hair tasted of wood smoke and TV Static. Then the asteroid known only as "Dave" crashed to Earth. "BOOM goes the dynamite!" Yelled Olbermann as the punditry warmed the two day old chinese food. Wombats are crazy folk.

[Brother Power the Gong]

She grips the acrid with relish--serendipitous, not unmoved. And the yellow, the yellow...

[thatguyfromsyracuse]

"14."
"Walter."
"14.
"Walter."
"14."
"Walter?"
"14."
"Walter!"
"14."
"The turquoise quilt comforts nobody! Rocking chair babies make their living selling tubes of despair. You are despair."
"14."
"Walter! Your mind facade fades finally and you know nothing about the world within which you live lonely and light."
"14."
"Walter is not here."
.
.
.
.
.
.
"6."

[Udiguhgudibuh]

:sherlock:

Amo... amas... amat...
A mouse ran up your cock.
Soft caress or make a mess?
There is no hiding, no deciding.
Truth was written before you were bitten;
The Rodent King... sees everything.

Silencio.

[ShortStack]

You can't re-hydrate what expands in water when it also expands in sand, for it also expands in space.
Retract, concave, create osmosis.
I am cellular confusion.
I am Agamemnon.

[michealdark]

I am Ozymandias, king of kings, he cried out in delight, look upon my works, ye mortals, and dispair. I turned to see these works, but all that stood before me was a jabawocky walking backwards through the corridor of Freud's huge dick, which was shitting dick nipples at oranges in the orangutang's eyelids of blind, ruminating, koolio hip hop wangsta cumbucket jizface books of gardening delight

[Udiguhgudibuh]

You can't re-hydrate what expands in water when it also expands in sand, for it also expands in space.
Retract, concave, create osmosis.
I am cellular confusion.
I am Agamemnon.

:sherlock: Agamemnon! Somebody here read a book without pictures.

[ShortStack]

http://www.wayfarergallery.net/hot-images/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/walking_cow-animated-gif-surreal-dali.gif

[Black Roman]

A multicolored cacophony of sound and fury permeates the hollowed out corners of my mind grey, pale, empty, vacuous thoughts drowning out the beauty of the half-baked dream and the full-bodied reality.

[michealdark]

When I look in the mirror I see the face of Dagon and the mouth of Azagthoth look me in the eye and howl insane rantings to the newspaper salesman at the corner of 5th and Hart.

[Udiguhgudibuh]

http://www.wayfarergallery.net/hot-images/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/walking_cow-animated-gif-surreal-dali.gif

:sherlock: Thank you for the wonderful animated bovine metamorphosis!
I suspect you're familiar with Betty Boop's Snow White. The amazing animated indie classic Asparagus is genuinely mind-blowing.

I made a major award-winning animation called "Hallelujah," using the Muybridge animation studies (4 minutes). I just got it on DVD, and may be able to cut a deal. Let me know.

EDITED TO ADD:
Thanks for the memory jog; I bought Susan Pitt's Asparagus at Amazon (but leaving two for you).