PETARD

Posit: "Do ya ever get the feeling that your

jernal is like three (3) days behind, but that

your Life is running three (3) days Ahead?"

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Twas ever Thus.

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Wednesday i werkt; Thersday i recycled.

Friday i washed one of the largest laundries

of my current Xistenz. From sheets & sox

to Jeans and shirts, i felt compelled to warsh

off the lingering schmells of my Grand tour

to the great metropolis. It's nothing personal

except that i was due to cleanse these items

regardless...and the jury run had given me

a slight excuse to put off godliness.

[more=the=over, my Hotel swim & the next

day excilerating shower proddled me to

clean & improve Some=thing.] Rinse!

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Saterday~we filled five (5) bins in the Parish

and were glad of it. My customers were

especial good to miss me on a singular

Monday last. OR~some of them that misst

me @ all.^ Time=Machine! WE approach

the Present. [read the full page] Chicken

Soop! i must add the egg=noodles.

{All of that^^ is Pro=log, schkip Ahead>}

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Ah~Sunday...diemus de patriarchus.

And a pride festival in the park system.

I zoomed by it in the green=ghost on my

way to bogo at the grox schtore. Nice

day for it. Later, Cat caught me napping

[she just walked thru the front door.]

She hollered,"Hey! Unkabooey~what's

happpennningg?" or some such crud.

Sounded just like Rocky somehow...

it's usually Rocky who shouts after me

when they come to visit. Anyway--we

caught each other up on the News of

the week, the month. {i told her secretly

that she could acquire anothre cat or

two, but NOT to adopt, find or other

wise purchase a dog. Too much werk}

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Monday...the werk of notifying my

good customers who needed toters

on Saterday [when i didn't have them]

that they could get them now. And

my regular job of collecting yard-waste.

[more incomplete sentences! how does

he get away with it?] Oh~i also found

time to shred a hospital bucket full of

Hane memorabilia. {it's like sharping

your beak on a granite mountain...

eventually, the Mountain will be gone

and you'll have the nose of a Humming

Bird.} Such adventures i have! And

dremes to match! Soft and Brief.

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Tuesday, 21 June, 2005...i'll say this

much in favour of Michael Caine: He

went from Alfie to Alfred in only

Forty (40) years. Now~that's Range.

Guh blezz'im, guvna. Good-on-ya.

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