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Sunday, February 13, 2005

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Title: Measured Motion

Mood: ponderific

Music: random show=tunes

running thru my brain...and i

don't even like musicals.

Mumsy Alert Status: moderate

Query: "are there quite enough

M's in the abof paragraf?"

Thot: "If they can bring back the

Family Guy, why can't they make

the occasional new Futurama?"

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Text:

It sure is hard werk to do all

the puxxles that Hane used to solve

at her leisure. I knew i shoulda

joined the CIA when they first axed

me! [which was less than twenty

years ago if i recall my grade=skool]

Too bad they were all up in the

Deep Throat Gate=Water bidness.

And following Arthur Miller around.

{G rest him, this isn't a coded

message.} The FBI was much nicer

to me, as i umember it.

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History! It seems better when you're

looking back on it. No lie.

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Regardless of that^, i do my best

werk on Sunday becos i have gotten

some time to cogitate & concatenate

on the Week's events. Better yet,

my dremes Advise of possible and

perceivable paths of Permutation.

Which arrive on Monday like an anvil.

Droppt from a Precipice.

[too many P's in that posit^]

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Veritably & Voraciously i vent...

a singular Vanguard of the venal

ventricles of Saint Valentine's day.

He had too many arrows bowed

thru him. A horrible event. Yet,

he Loved his Lord and that is enuf.

Would that all were thus verdad.

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It is my aspect 2 write like this...

Ask any=body. OR~chek the body

of my body of werk; that'll set your

brain back some. Fair warning.

Plus+, Hey! it's just a Sun=day on

the InterWeb. *smooch*

chekmebutdon'telekme~slac