Title: Tempis Fugit
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Mood: Shy
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Listening to: my inner Donna
Summer
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Thot: "there is a profound
difference between Nobility &
Nubility."
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Friday, 09 July, 2004 Already!?
I must begin again to give extra
precedence to my entries over
other Web-Bouncing. Difficult
tho it may be. Like the T=shirt
says,"It is all about me".
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I am caught up, however, on my
'ku & my 'kat & my flo=nuggets~
OH! And the long & arduous life
of the never-shunned Kayy...
[and if you can't get to those
sites from here, you are even more
dopplic than myself] The only
thing i am not of total apprisal is
the multifluous ANNIVERSERAL
proliferati. OR, in english,
"Holy Crud! They sho is a mess of
Glowers posting they hearts out on
this here one=year thang!"
Pardon the vernacular invectif.
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Meanwhile & else, Vince has been
kind enuf 2 send me much schtuff
over the e=mail, including firewerks
and a handwritten page of the late
Anthony Burgess. [he wrote
A CLOCKWORK ORANGE among
other things---in fact, he wrote five
novels in five years becos his doctor
told him he had a brain tumour and
had that much time to live. Turned
out the doctor was wrong.] The
Fence=Man is anothre story. Either
his entire haus is under construction
or He has truly begun writing the next
Great Novel. Perhaps both.
Less=the=Never, this papal chihuahua
misses the allegorical animals which
populate the mind of Hans. But we
love him still, even if that pizza eating
monster hangs around his Glow for
another month. Tell him i said 'so'.
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Blighters' Rock? Not me---often i
write jernals so well & so long that i
just repeat myself over & over like
F. Scott Fitzgerald. Saving the good
schtuff so much for the next day that
i just repeat myself over & over like...
CRUD! Didn't i just say that?
I am just so glad i have Editors like
Flo & Mumsy & Kat & Kayy & Vince &
Hans & Muse & such that i just repeat
myself over and over like~~hmm
Must be Anniversaral déja-vu.
Still, {be still}, for a REAL PARTY just
hit my 'bonks 2 this entry' for long and
internecine Commentary [which nearly
always exceeds the TEXT]. *Sigh*
My burden, my yoke, my Cross~
Let the unrelenting belovedness begin>
that crasy Slack, our only Captain Wide
* ~Author~
8 comments:
slac - you are hysterical.
and "dopplic" isn't in the dictionary - i looked.
and those piksures are the absolute best!
Wyatt is beautiful!...Nobility & Nubility live together, in a certain Siberian repatriot, nee chess player.
V
Hiya Captain Wide! You sure are glowing in this one! :)
(motel receipts duly burned. Fond memories cannot be tampered with!)
I thought I wanted a kitty, but I think I want Wyatt. He is such a ham, look at that pose for the camera! Good thing I will be spending time with all 9 of ny nephews and nieces before the month is out ... I am missing them all ....
Squeeze that little Wyatt for me & have a great weekend, Sir Captain Wide of Slacastalonia.....
hmmm~~dopplic NOT in the dictionary, you say.
I've been using the werd for years 2 mean
slow of brain, dull of mind. And clumsy
[Hane brang us that werd from the South]
YEAH~Wyatt is all the cute. Not close enuf to
hug but a great kid. His dad was much the same.
Kayy: did you burn all the receipts??
almost all of them ...
Less=the=Never, this papal chihuahua
misses the allegorical animals which
populate the mind of Hans.
Oh ye mighty papal chihuahua, Hans is very touched by your kind words, as are his animals. (Speaking in third person, Catholic and male, Hans eyes the Papacy.)
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