Peapod's Palindrome Thread
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Don't nod
Dogma: I am God
Never odd or even
Too bad – I hid a boot
Rats live on no evil star
No trace; not one carton
Was it Eliot's toilet I saw?
Murder for a jar of red rum
May a moody baby doom a yam?
Go hang a salami; I'm a lasagna hog!
Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas!
A Toyota! Race fast... safe car: a Toyota
Straw? No, too stupid a fad; I put soot on warts
Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era?
Doc Note: I dissent. A fast never prevents a fatness. I diet on cod
No, it never propagates if I set a gap or prevention
Anne, I vote more cars race Rome to Vienna
Sums are not set as a test on Erasmus
Kay, a red nude, peeped under a yak
Some men interpret nine memos
Campus Motto: Bottoms up, Mac
Go deliver a dare, vile dog!
Madam, in Eden I'm Adam
Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo
Ah, Satan sees Natasha
Lisa Bonet ate no basil
Do geese see God?
God saw I was dog
Dennis sinned
Dogma: I am God
Never odd or even
Too bad – I hid a boot
Rats live on no evil star
No trace; not one carton
Was it Eliot's toilet I saw?
Murder for a jar of red rum
May a moody baby doom a yam?
Go hang a salami; I'm a lasagna hog!
Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas!
A Toyota! Race fast... safe car: a Toyota
Straw? No, too stupid a fad; I put soot on warts
Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era?
Doc Note: I dissent. A fast never prevents a fatness. I diet on cod
No, it never propagates if I set a gap or prevention
Anne, I vote more cars race Rome to Vienna
Sums are not set as a test on Erasmus
Kay, a red nude, peeped under a yak
Some men interpret nine memos
Campus Motto: Bottoms up, Mac
Go deliver a dare, vile dog!
Madam, in Eden I'm Adam
Oozy rat in a sanitary zoo
Ah, Satan sees Natasha
Lisa Bonet ate no basil
Do geese see God?
God saw I was dog
Dennis sinned
:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: top this one.. 8)
Palindrome Drama
(Am a Rd. Drama [or] Ah, Play Alpha)
(Premise for a short film, all dialogue is in palindromes.)
Three characters meet and travel along our dusty U.S. highways. Standard "road movie" stuff, convertible, diner, gas station, existential night under the stars, etc. One is an American guy, BOB — funny. The other is a British guy, ADAM — capable of delivering the dramatic (sorta) lines, Shakespeare style. The other is a young woman hitchhiker, ANNA, this creates sexual tension in the triangle.
Open on Bob changing tire along a dusty desert highway, he's frustrated.
BOB: "Dammit, I'm mad!"
A well-dressed British fellow, Adam, sits relaxed in the car.
ADAM: "Reviled I did live, said I, as evil did I deliver."
BOB: "Wow."
No dialog as we see them drive off in the now fixed car down the lonely highway. They eventually pick up a young woman (Anna) hitch-hiking. Adam introduces himself.
ADAM: "Madam, I'm Adam"
ANNA: "Hello, I'm Anna, Anna Miolleh."
(nodding hello) BOB: "Bob."
Dialog as they drive, turning the radio to various stations.
"Yawn. Madonna fan? No damn way!"
"Plan no damn Madonna LP."
"oh no, Don Ho."
"If I had a Hi-Fi."
"Abba!"
BOB, frustrated, turns the radio off.
ANNA: "No Bob! On!"
Bob drives while Adam and Anna sit in the back seat. Bob, excited in the driver's seat, speaks to himself.
BOB: "Racecar."
Bob & Adam compare watches.
ADAM: "12:21?"
BOB: "Noon."
Adam, in the backseat, makes a move toward Anna, she pushes him away. Bob comments from the front seat.
ANNA: "Ma is a nun, as I am."
BOB: "A slut nixes sex in Tulsa."
ANNA (to Bob, angry): "Sit on a potato pan, Otis!"
BOB: "Sex at noon taxes"
ADAM, leans back to sleep: "Panic in a Titanic... I nap." (he yawns)
ANNA (disgusted): "Yawn a more Roman way!"
They pull into a gas station/road diner populated with various characters and a dog. They all get out of the car, Anna has only one boot and seems perplexed. Adam comments to Bob.
ADAM: "Too bad, I hid a boot."
ANNA, from the car comments to herself about the guys.
ANNA: "Solo gigolos."
They look at the price on the gas pump.
BOB: "Never odd or even."
ANNA finds the other boot.
ANNA: "Aha!"
They get in a conversation with a cigar-smoking man unloading golf clubs from his car.
MAN: "Cigar? Toss it in a can, it is so tragic."
BOB (commenting on golf clubs): "Golf? No sir, prefer prison flog."
They walk around the gas station and Bob bumps into a sleeping dog that jumps and runs away when awakened. The dog stops at an old Mexican hobo.
ADAM: "Step on no pets!"
Bob reaches down to where the dog was and picks something up.
BOB: "God! A red nugget, a fat egg under a dog."
ADAM: "Dog as devil deified lived as God."
BOB: "He did, eh?"
Hobo (petting dog): "Is God a dog? Si!"
Bob & Adam comment about various cars with a roof racks and boats, etc.
BOB: "A Toyota."
ADAM: "Kayak."
BOB: "Civic."
Anna struts past, angry about the hidden boot, and comments to Bob.
ANNA: "Yo, Bob... Mug a gumbo boy!"
As she passes by and into the diner, the two guys watch as she checks herself out and adjusts her bra in the glass doorway.
BOB: "Tit ego, go get it!"
A cowboy tries to enter the diner, but the waitress stops him and points to his hat.
WAITRESS: "No Stetson!"
In the diner various stuff happens as they comment on other tables, interact with the waitress and the customers. We catch little bits of conversation at the other tables, like the doctor (in surgical scrubs with stethoscope) who is eating while the fat man he's with has nothing, the 3rd person at the table says:
MAN to Doctor: "Doc, note. I dissent. A fast never prevents a fatness, I diet on cod!"
Our 3 heroes comment on other eaters.
ANNA: "Enid and Edna dine."
Two women at another table inspect a telegram.
ADAM: "Marge lets Norah see Sharon's telegram."
Waitress delivers a bowl of Chinese soup to the table.
BOB: "Won ton? Not now."
Sloppy eater gets annoyed at waitress as she looks at him disgustedly.
SLOPPY EATER (as a put-down to waitress): "Go hang a salami. I'm a lasagna hog!"
Screaming little kid in the background screams: "MOM!"
Waitress, thoroughly annoyed, takes soup back to kitchen. Bartender watches her go by, offers sympathy.
BARTENDER [sotto voce]: "Stressed? No tips? Spit on desserts!"
At the bar, a Martini drinker comments on his olive while his drinking partner comments on his lager. They watch CNN on the TV above the bar.
MARTINI DRINKER: "Evil olive."
BEER DRINKER: "Lager, sir, is regal."
CNN, speaker addresses house: "Rise to vote, sir."
BEER DRINKER, to TV: "Star comedy... by democrats."
A marine butts in to the pair at the bar.
MARINE: "Yo, bottoms up! U.S. motto, boy!"
Waitress can't do the math on the cash register. Customer Adam comments.
ADAM: "Sums are not set as a test on Erasmus."
(NOTE — there are a ton of food palindromes, more ammunition for bizarre waitress/menu stuff)
"No lemons, no melon."
"Desserts I stressed."
As they step back out into the parking lot, BOB blows his nose and comments on the hanky.
BOB: "Tons o' snot!"
They drive off into the desert, and watch the sunset from the hood of their parked convertible and the mood deteriorates into an Edward Albee triangle of tension. The dialog is all palindromes, so it really doesn't make any sense, but the action and staging tell of existential angst, sexual desires and the futility of life!
BOB: "Rats live on no evil star."
ADAM: "No, I save final perusal — a sure plan, if no evasion."
ANNA: "Do geese see God?"
ADAM: "Able was I, ere I saw Elba."
BOB: "Sore was I, ere I saw Eros!"
ANNA: "Eros? Sidney, my end is sore..."
Eventually Bob & Adam duel over Anna.
ADAM: "Draw, O Caesar! Erase a coward!"
BOB (reaches into the car for a weapon, comes up with a stick with a banana stuck onto it): "Not a banana baton!"
ADAM: "Draw! O, Coward!"
BOB: " YO! OY!"
ADAM: "Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas!"
BOB: "Dogma in my hymn? I am GOD!"
ANNA (disgusted with both of them): "O, Geronimo, no minor ego!"
(she runs off)
ADAM (trying to persuade her to him): "Flee to me, remote elf!"
BOB: "Now's evil for evil... Ah, a liver of lives won!"
ADAM: "We few..."
Film ends in a pretentious Bergman-esqe soliloquy delivered, William Shatner style, to the stars...
ADAM: "Are we not drawn onward, we few? Drawn onward to new era?"
Palindrome Drama
(Am a Rd. Drama [or] Ah, Play Alpha)
(Premise for a short film, all dialogue is in palindromes.)
Three characters meet and travel along our dusty U.S. highways. Standard "road movie" stuff, convertible, diner, gas station, existential night under the stars, etc. One is an American guy, BOB — funny. The other is a British guy, ADAM — capable of delivering the dramatic (sorta) lines, Shakespeare style. The other is a young woman hitchhiker, ANNA, this creates sexual tension in the triangle.
Open on Bob changing tire along a dusty desert highway, he's frustrated.
BOB: "Dammit, I'm mad!"
A well-dressed British fellow, Adam, sits relaxed in the car.
ADAM: "Reviled I did live, said I, as evil did I deliver."
BOB: "Wow."
No dialog as we see them drive off in the now fixed car down the lonely highway. They eventually pick up a young woman (Anna) hitch-hiking. Adam introduces himself.
ADAM: "Madam, I'm Adam"
ANNA: "Hello, I'm Anna, Anna Miolleh."
(nodding hello) BOB: "Bob."
Dialog as they drive, turning the radio to various stations.
"Yawn. Madonna fan? No damn way!"
"Plan no damn Madonna LP."
"oh no, Don Ho."
"If I had a Hi-Fi."
"Abba!"
BOB, frustrated, turns the radio off.
ANNA: "No Bob! On!"
Bob drives while Adam and Anna sit in the back seat. Bob, excited in the driver's seat, speaks to himself.
BOB: "Racecar."
Bob & Adam compare watches.
ADAM: "12:21?"
BOB: "Noon."
Adam, in the backseat, makes a move toward Anna, she pushes him away. Bob comments from the front seat.
ANNA: "Ma is a nun, as I am."
BOB: "A slut nixes sex in Tulsa."
ANNA (to Bob, angry): "Sit on a potato pan, Otis!"
BOB: "Sex at noon taxes"
ADAM, leans back to sleep: "Panic in a Titanic... I nap." (he yawns)
ANNA (disgusted): "Yawn a more Roman way!"
They pull into a gas station/road diner populated with various characters and a dog. They all get out of the car, Anna has only one boot and seems perplexed. Adam comments to Bob.
ADAM: "Too bad, I hid a boot."
ANNA, from the car comments to herself about the guys.
ANNA: "Solo gigolos."
They look at the price on the gas pump.
BOB: "Never odd or even."
ANNA finds the other boot.
ANNA: "Aha!"
They get in a conversation with a cigar-smoking man unloading golf clubs from his car.
MAN: "Cigar? Toss it in a can, it is so tragic."
BOB (commenting on golf clubs): "Golf? No sir, prefer prison flog."
They walk around the gas station and Bob bumps into a sleeping dog that jumps and runs away when awakened. The dog stops at an old Mexican hobo.
ADAM: "Step on no pets!"
Bob reaches down to where the dog was and picks something up.
BOB: "God! A red nugget, a fat egg under a dog."
ADAM: "Dog as devil deified lived as God."
BOB: "He did, eh?"
Hobo (petting dog): "Is God a dog? Si!"
Bob & Adam comment about various cars with a roof racks and boats, etc.
BOB: "A Toyota."
ADAM: "Kayak."
BOB: "Civic."
Anna struts past, angry about the hidden boot, and comments to Bob.
ANNA: "Yo, Bob... Mug a gumbo boy!"
As she passes by and into the diner, the two guys watch as she checks herself out and adjusts her bra in the glass doorway.
BOB: "Tit ego, go get it!"
A cowboy tries to enter the diner, but the waitress stops him and points to his hat.
WAITRESS: "No Stetson!"
In the diner various stuff happens as they comment on other tables, interact with the waitress and the customers. We catch little bits of conversation at the other tables, like the doctor (in surgical scrubs with stethoscope) who is eating while the fat man he's with has nothing, the 3rd person at the table says:
MAN to Doctor: "Doc, note. I dissent. A fast never prevents a fatness, I diet on cod!"
Our 3 heroes comment on other eaters.
ANNA: "Enid and Edna dine."
Two women at another table inspect a telegram.
ADAM: "Marge lets Norah see Sharon's telegram."
Waitress delivers a bowl of Chinese soup to the table.
BOB: "Won ton? Not now."
Sloppy eater gets annoyed at waitress as she looks at him disgustedly.
SLOPPY EATER (as a put-down to waitress): "Go hang a salami. I'm a lasagna hog!"
Screaming little kid in the background screams: "MOM!"
Waitress, thoroughly annoyed, takes soup back to kitchen. Bartender watches her go by, offers sympathy.
BARTENDER [sotto voce]: "Stressed? No tips? Spit on desserts!"
At the bar, a Martini drinker comments on his olive while his drinking partner comments on his lager. They watch CNN on the TV above the bar.
MARTINI DRINKER: "Evil olive."
BEER DRINKER: "Lager, sir, is regal."
CNN, speaker addresses house: "Rise to vote, sir."
BEER DRINKER, to TV: "Star comedy... by democrats."
A marine butts in to the pair at the bar.
MARINE: "Yo, bottoms up! U.S. motto, boy!"
Waitress can't do the math on the cash register. Customer Adam comments.
ADAM: "Sums are not set as a test on Erasmus."
(NOTE — there are a ton of food palindromes, more ammunition for bizarre waitress/menu stuff)
"No lemons, no melon."
"Desserts I stressed."
As they step back out into the parking lot, BOB blows his nose and comments on the hanky.
BOB: "Tons o' snot!"
They drive off into the desert, and watch the sunset from the hood of their parked convertible and the mood deteriorates into an Edward Albee triangle of tension. The dialog is all palindromes, so it really doesn't make any sense, but the action and staging tell of existential angst, sexual desires and the futility of life!
BOB: "Rats live on no evil star."
ADAM: "No, I save final perusal — a sure plan, if no evasion."
ANNA: "Do geese see God?"
ADAM: "Able was I, ere I saw Elba."
BOB: "Sore was I, ere I saw Eros!"
ANNA: "Eros? Sidney, my end is sore..."
Eventually Bob & Adam duel over Anna.
ADAM: "Draw, O Caesar! Erase a coward!"
BOB (reaches into the car for a weapon, comes up with a stick with a banana stuck onto it): "Not a banana baton!"
ADAM: "Draw! O, Coward!"
BOB: " YO! OY!"
ADAM: "Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas!"
BOB: "Dogma in my hymn? I am GOD!"
ANNA (disgusted with both of them): "O, Geronimo, no minor ego!"
(she runs off)
ADAM (trying to persuade her to him): "Flee to me, remote elf!"
BOB: "Now's evil for evil... Ah, a liver of lives won!"
ADAM: "We few..."
Film ends in a pretentious Bergman-esqe soliloquy delivered, William Shatner style, to the stars...
ADAM: "Are we not drawn onward, we few? Drawn onward to new era?"
Dog Sees Ada
Adam? I'm Adam! Moody, me? Dam it (sic)! Are we all? I know Ada. I saw Ada.
Ah, a short symbol to no denial: Eyes omit naive dog-desserts. Evil right, old-name diets. A tree-bonnet foliate, relax: If Ada did pull order, read. Ada had a foe, fire-rose facade tool, too-hot yard Iraq: arid Elijah at a haj. I lead a reviled noose, Canadian!
It is coded, on a pistol by Rome, "Man is an ardor pelt, tactiler, sad." A tacit sin, a rude Roman enema. I ran; Agnus Dei, Dada lived on.
I, a gap, a zero monad, Ada's nose: "Rift on, evil royal pilots!" I pass a nasal acolyte. I pondered, now idle.
His flack: late no-no's, tits, a cow. Two-cow, to tenor of God! A sin is a sign, ignoble udder-cases! La femme fatale gnawed at a phone-post, also lost call, eh? She'll act solo, slats open. Oh, pat a dew-angel at a femme false. Sacred duel, bonging is a sin; is a dog? For one to two-cow two, cast it so none talk calfs!
I held, I wondered. No piety local as an ass. A pistol (I play, or live not) fires on sad Ada. "No more!" Zap! Again. O devil! Ada died, sung an aria. Men, enamored, uranistic at Ada's relit cattle prod, ran as in a memory blot.
Sip an ode, Doc; sit in. Aid an ace, soon deliver Ada! Elijah!
At a haj, I led Iraq (arid ray to hoot), looted a cafe sore, rife of Ada. Had Ada erred? Roll up. Did Ada fix ale, retail? Often. "No beer taste," I demand, "loth girl! I've stressed! Go, deviant!"
"I mosey!"
"Elaine, Do not lob my Stroh's!"
Aha! Ada was I; Ada won. Kill a ewe, racist.
I made my doom: "Madam, I'm ADA!"
Ada sees God.
Adam? I'm Adam! Moody, me? Dam it (sic)! Are we all? I know Ada. I saw Ada.
Ah, a short symbol to no denial: Eyes omit naive dog-desserts. Evil right, old-name diets. A tree-bonnet foliate, relax: If Ada did pull order, read. Ada had a foe, fire-rose facade tool, too-hot yard Iraq: arid Elijah at a haj. I lead a reviled noose, Canadian!
It is coded, on a pistol by Rome, "Man is an ardor pelt, tactiler, sad." A tacit sin, a rude Roman enema. I ran; Agnus Dei, Dada lived on.
I, a gap, a zero monad, Ada's nose: "Rift on, evil royal pilots!" I pass a nasal acolyte. I pondered, now idle.
His flack: late no-no's, tits, a cow. Two-cow, to tenor of God! A sin is a sign, ignoble udder-cases! La femme fatale gnawed at a phone-post, also lost call, eh? She'll act solo, slats open. Oh, pat a dew-angel at a femme false. Sacred duel, bonging is a sin; is a dog? For one to two-cow two, cast it so none talk calfs!
I held, I wondered. No piety local as an ass. A pistol (I play, or live not) fires on sad Ada. "No more!" Zap! Again. O devil! Ada died, sung an aria. Men, enamored, uranistic at Ada's relit cattle prod, ran as in a memory blot.
Sip an ode, Doc; sit in. Aid an ace, soon deliver Ada! Elijah!
At a haj, I led Iraq (arid ray to hoot), looted a cafe sore, rife of Ada. Had Ada erred? Roll up. Did Ada fix ale, retail? Often. "No beer taste," I demand, "loth girl! I've stressed! Go, deviant!"
"I mosey!"
"Elaine, Do not lob my Stroh's!"
Aha! Ada was I; Ada won. Kill a ewe, racist.
I made my doom: "Madam, I'm ADA!"
Ada sees God.
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