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Weathre: truly dismal with the cold, wet

rainy nastiness...this be Schpring?

Mood: aristocratic, sans the wealth

Music: that soporific slush they play on

the weathre & selling stations

Thot: "the gods of Our gods are not in

favour of the strangeness which visits

us; let them author the tests we are

supposed to encounter." ~slac

TITLE: Two Steps At A Time

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Wednesday, March 23, 2005...

Holy Crud & Middle=March! They's a

lotta changes cruising thru Glowland!

[it comes from my scant readings of

my best girls^] Courage & Mercy to

those who are experiencing epochal

changes in the force=life; i'd include

myself but i float like a boat on the

tides of vicissitude. Blessings!

{the only certainty is change and even

she is malleable} Yet it pondres me

why these conditions press forward

just when the flowers are budding and

the birds are returning. OH! Wait~it

has much more to do with the onset

of tax panic than anything else.

[Nothing focuses the scattered Mind

more than a possible refund OR an

unexpected liability.] Even the Congress

and the President don't know how to

behave. There's an Austin Powers

joke in there, somewhere, but i am too

congenial to find it. Let the forms

follow the Function! Revenue...

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my brand of existentialism allows for

such a "divergence in the Wood".

[Robert Frost]^ And then some.

Still, the werld @ large is bright and b'ful

beyond the facts of the Age and my

vague ponderifix of them...these, too,

shall pass into the mists of history.

And under=foot, like the onion snow.

~theTaxableyetRelaxableslac~