<< When I announced that decision then, a lot of fools called engaged in
namecalling, centering around my posting alias, but history proved me
right. That things were going to get worse, was obvious to anyone
whose mindis not clouded by fake patriotism.
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Running Log: >>
You sassy, classing runnin
Canine you! Mr.
Don DeLilo, come
On down! Bring your white
Album, too! Need Beatle musical
Spheres to engage our chair
As well as Cheers, that Boston
Barre & gang! Yall, too, better
Come around
To Morning Wood. O too!
Bring Mr.
Paul Auster, too ~ He
Who needs no further
Flattery! Just bring your better
Half, both before and after,
And a Musical
Romance de Dusty Devil ~
Smokin a Cigar, fractured by 3
New York City Trilogies...
O & sing 2!
Chance...
Yes, Mr.
Jerzy Kosinski, arise ~
Be here.
Diane2. & Ms.
Gloria Vanderbilt, craft me a lovely
Lovy fabric
Design, yes, once mine, your yellow Quilted
Girrafe handbag, my Blankie, yes,
The season, ca. September 3, 1973,
The year my Earth Mum,
Hazel,
Died...me so all alone.
No one at home. All day,
All night, all year, I cried. Face down
On our Ethan Allen couch. No day, no night ~
No line describes, divides,
Le Difference, Hell
& Heaven. Nothing.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Out of body mindless
Insanity...
Driving faster, once I got the news,
Faster than C speed,
Just to catch up...spun around, a 360....
Gone ~ with you ~
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Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
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