No, I’m not making this one up.

That is literally this dinosaur’s name.

This bipedal theropod was part of a family of dinosaurs called the Spinosaurids, a cousin of the famous Spinosaurus of Jurassic Park 3. It lived in the marshy lands of South America during the Early Cretaceous (approximately 110 million years ago). Growing up to 26 feet in length, this dinosaur, like its North African cousin, likely hung around the waters to eat fish for its diet. This is also the first, and so far the only, Spinosaurid to have been discovered in South America.

The reason why this dinosaur was named Irritator is a funny story. Its skull was badly obscured in plaster by fossil-poachers, who illegally stole it in hopes of making look more complete to earn a profit. When it was found that there had been some modifications made to the fossil, the paleontologists called it an 'irritation' to reconstruct its original features.

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Conversations at the Gate 11

Down in the shire in the old English countryside the back gate to Mr and Mrs Langley's stone cottage were filled full of rabbits. Benny Langley was getting along in his years. His mind was sharp as a tack but his body riddled with arthritis.

Margaret Langley was a spry lady always on the move. She not only took care of the inside of the cottage but tended to her vegetable garden and herb garden all y herself. Benny did help her pick the vegetables and helped a lot with preserving them. He said to his wife: “My legs are weak but when I sit on a chair or stool I can peel and prepare the foods for canning' drying and freeing.”

He joyfully helped his wife in this task. He also had a tall sitting stool that he used to sit on while preparing meals at the stove. Kneading bread was easily done along with preparation of casseroles and cakes. He did not make many cookies because it was tiring to him to get off and on the stool.

The two of them got along very well during work hours. In the evenings they would listen to the radio after dinner or have quiet time each reading a book or newspaper.

Today over in the garden they saw a lot of damage from rabbits. Benny was unable to go out and walk around getting rid of the rabbits so he rang up The Hill residents asking if they would send their two boys down to the shire and either kill or capture the rabbits in cages. John Hill said he would send Harry and Francis down today.

When Harry and Frantic arrived at the Langley's gate they set up some traps right near the opening. They then continued to the stone cottage to tell them what exactly they would be doing.

“Mum sent you two dozen eggs. We set traps by the gate. We also brought our guns and a sack to carry the hares in. Pap also said we should give you some of the hares.” said Harry, the older lad.

Benny took them down to the garden and showed them the damage. The lads looked around to see if their were any rabbit trails and where they might be looking for their next meal. Benny went back tho the cottage to rest his body for a while and left the lads alone. He knew they had been well trained and would not ruin the garden. Francis told Benny they would hunt around for a while then come back to the cottage in an hour or two.

Benny told them to come by noon and Margaret would have a nice lunch for them.

Later Benny heard exactly twelve gunshots. True to the time of noon Harry knocked on the door with his brother. Their bag was filed with twelve gutted rabbits. The skins intact . They told Benny they had left the entrails near a couple of rabbit holes far away from the garden.

“Pap told us to do that to discourage the hares from coming back to the garden. We need to skin the hares soon. Would you like to show us a place outback where to do this?” asked Harry.

Benny not only showed them a place he went out and sat on a stump helping the lads. Benny saw four of the rabbits where white fur. He thought he would keep them to make a nice rug for Margaret. Asking the lads if they would care for the other eight skins.

“Pap said if you offered we could take them to make prepared skins to sell. We would then use the money to purchase ammunition.” replied Francis.

After washing up Benny and the lads went to the table and had a wonderful stew for lunch with freshly baked bread. Margaret also had a loaf of Dill seed bread wrapped in paper for them to take home.

Benny took four hares for themselves and gave the rest to the lads.

Benny and Margaret cleaned the hares and after cutting them into pieces for freezing they kept out four pieces fr eating the next couple of days.

Later that evening Mr Hill called thanking them for the meat and skins.

“My lads also trapped four rabbits at the gate. They brought them home in the hutches. They will go back tomorrow and check the other three traps. The next time you need some thinning the hares the lads will be happy to come down to the shire. Misses Hill said thanks for the dill bread”

©Julia A Knaake

(Edit #4)

Shared a candlelit dinner

With a shoo-in from

Hell...

...Never would dare to dream

It would turn out

This well!...

Blind date with She Devil

That was just up my lane!...

...Clinked glasses

Together, whilst

The moon

Waxed and waned.

She held my hand

To her,

As her breasts rose, and

Dropped...

...Naked flame

Dipped and dabbled...

I could hear it’s sparks

Pop!...

...She was draped

In sweet Nightshade,

As I praised what

Was seen...

...Ocean hips dipped

And shimmied...

As I drew in

Hot steam.

Shared a candlelit dinner

With a shoo-in from

Hell...

...Never would dare to dream

It would turn out

This well!...

Blind date with pure evil

That was just up my lane!...

...Clinked glasses

Together, whilst

The moon

Waxed and waned.

There are mirrors up

Above us,

And neat mirrors

That fit

In the cameras

That shimmy

Up my hole,

And my pit...

...There is nowhere to

Hide,

But the sick laugh

She shot

Brought me back to the

Second,

And the luck of

Our pot.

Shared a candlelit dinner

With a shoo-in from

Hell...

...Never would dare to dream

It would turn out

This well!...

Blind date with She Devil

That was just up my lane!...

...Clinked glasses

Together, whilst

The moon

Waxed and waned.

How I swam to her pussy...

...How she guided my cock

Up a canal of friction,

While our bodies did rock...

Shared a candlelit dinner

With a shoo-in from

Hell...

...Never would dare to dream

It would turn out

This well!...

Now she's pissed in

My suitcase,

And I've yaked

In her hair,

And we share

Golden showers

'til the stars

Clear the air, and

Then bring us to kneel,

And be conscious

Of love...

...Oh, that Candlelit

Demon,

How she fits

Like a glove.

©

2018

Bunny Villaire

Not enough gold or whatever men are beholden to

To replace or erase the way I feel about you

You’re the cosmic answer to my am I gonna die alone

The river that finally thins my heart of stone

I got your back, desires, demons or excuses

All our enemies will only hate cause we abuse it

Our freedom to make love, our guitar a different tune

Head bang to the way we make musical truth

Make mythical things into a tangible me and you

Caress each other’s tattoos as we would angels wings

Confess all we know about our inner workings

Rearrange parts of my brain I’d given up to the storming

Fortunately for me, you exist

Out of the ether wishing for someone who gets you best

Here I was floating along with no life vest

Technically dead from where I now stand

Heart fully beating from everything you just said

I swear I just rubbed a lamp, saw a genie; made a wish

Now I’m anticipating the four month rush up to your lips

My lioness, proud to be by your side

Bet we finesse what trips most up

I see chaos and good love making in sight

Take a bite bet I never get enough

Or come down from the way you say my name just right

“Bless me father for I have sinned

It has been 6 weeks since my last confession.”

“Ahhh, It is good to see you again Patrick Murphy

I am pleased to know you have come to repent......

Since God is a loving God and I as his son must be honest

I know why you are here again. The sin of gluttony.

I could smell that Italian hoagie you just devoured before you even entered the church.”

Bang, crash, boom, squeal!

Hello?

Silence replies.

Shatter, crash, boom, bang!

You ok?

Still nothing.

Grunt, bump, smash, boom!

HELLO??????????????????????

White feathers fall down.

(That better not have been my favorite pillow.)

BANG, BOOM, CRASH, SHRIEK, CRACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A figure falls through the floor.

*Grunts and groans*

I walk over.

***

Well, it looks like my angel arrived.

I tore off little pieces of my soul,

and wrote them on napkins, gum wrappers, and shitty hotel stationary.

I gave them to you, little bits at a time, for safe keeping,

because I wanted you to have them, I thought you needed them.

I gave them away, all of them.

I don't know if you kept them.

You never asked for them, and you never gave me any words back.

I thought if I gave you enough, if you had the only parts of me worth having,

that I would be enough. That the little papers, tattered though they were, had words that were pretty enough to make your heart sing. That you would sing for me.

It's so silent here, and I've run out of paper,

there's no ink, and I cannot write.

So my soul has withered, and I've forgotten all my words.

I don’t want my heart to be yours.

I don’t want to be controlled by you.

I don’t want you to own me.

I don’t owe you anything.

I want to go back to being me.

I was me before you came into my life

And decided everything was going to go

According to your plan.

My life isn’t mine anymore.

I have to share it with you.

I have to run everything by you.

I can no longer be crazy and impulsive.

I can no longer be me

Because you don’t like the real me.

Has it ever crossed your mind

That I never asked for you to be in my life?

I never wanted you here.

I love to hate you

But I can’t deny that I love you.

I can’t deny that I hang onto your every word.

I can’t deny that you always

Put a smile on my face.

I love to hate you.

I hate that I love you.

There is a thin line between love and hate

And my feelings for you go back and forth

More than I would like to admit.

What would it take for me to let go?

What would it take for you to disappear

And leave me to pick up the broken pieces?

I don’t know if I’ll ever be free of you.

Sometimes I don’t know if I want to leave.

Sometimes I don’t know what I would do

If you were no longer in my life.

But then there are times

When I wish you would go

And allow me to live the rest of my life

Without you.

One night a demon crept up on me and whispered in my ear, “Today the stars align and your destiny is clear!”. I fainted instantly and sank into a dream.

I saw myself leading an army against monsters from distant lands, and I saw that we were victors and that humanity was saved. I was then proclaimed king and a voice declared, “This is your destiny! This is your fate!”

I woke up to find myself naked in a forest. Utterly perplexed and completely exhausted.

And to this day I wonder, was this a prophecy or am I insane?