"Never odd or even" spelled backwards is still "Never odd or even"

[Uncle Spielberg]

Well I that case.

What is the total of all of the numbers on roulette added together?
Ie 0+1+2+3+4.........+34+35+36?

The Number of the Beast, 666. The Devil's Wheel.

 

[Goring-by-Seagull]

I do like a palindrome.

"A Santa dog lived as a devil god at NASA"

 

[The Antikythera Mechanism]

Gateman sees name, garageman sees nametag.

 

[Paskman]

A man a plan a canal Panama......someone had to!

 

[wardy wonder land]

A man, a plan, a canal, panama!

someone had..........

 

[drew]

Palindromes

Semordnilap, not sure that one works!!!!!


As for the OP, shouldn't it more correctly be 'never odd nor even'. Which, of course, puts a massive spanner in the works.

 

[Smirko]

T. Eliot, top bard, notes putrid tang emanating, is sad; I'd assign it a name: gnat dirt upset on drab pot toilet.

 

[Sussex on Leith]

Tnucred nuhtg nilg gujkc oc.

I'm not sure I've quite got the hang of this.

 

[Albumen]

Tnucred nuhtg nilg gujkc oc.

I'm not sure I've quite got the hang of this.

hehe

 

[zoogull]

Able was I ere I saw Elba

 

[sydney]

t'nsi ti on.

 

[Algernon]

This is shit

Almost.

 

[ThePompousPaladin]

Live not on evil!

 

[The Wookiee]

Dammit I'm Mad"

Dammit I’m mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I’m a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I’m it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I’m mad.

 

[super-seagulls]

Dammit I'm Mad"

Dammit I’m mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I’m a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I’m it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I’m mad.

 

[Shy Talk]

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