no pull your friends boogers from the nose with a claw hammer. do nail on the tavern door "all enter here except mr. m.b.f."

'curse be he who has Not paid up dues or paid in fool's gold their full gold premier rent space. no cuss a note-'letter writer' and remove your shoes and slippers if they have gold dust dripping off them.

no carve "m.b..'f' was-here" initials on the table. do be slobber. i need a hankie.

Who has a shirt sleeve? apologies. I was supposed to somewhere three days ago. I HOPE to be here again some day if the creek does not rise.

O, or if all hell don't go back to wherever it crawled out from. no shoes, no clothes, no service?

The sun is rising. Perhaps the Ode can be read read as a service in reverence to a natural life? If you do not have a 1926, R.J. Cook publisher's translation, it can be found on the holy Google black list 'liberal' book.

Open and leaf via the pages and read at eye level. Leave a thumb-print at the mid-bind 'thread' mark section.

~*~ read to a friend. read to a Red Breast Robbin. read into our soul. yesterday, I watched one male red bird observe hundreds of red breast 'winged' creatures hop from a distance. Wing-words that I certainly could not decipher seemed to flow from the lonely male bird. I did notice 'we' both watched with an...amazement.

Ode on a Grecian Urn--- Thou still unravished bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst ye' express a flowery tail more sweetly t'an our rhyme; What leaf-fringed legend haunts about my shape of deities or mortal, or of both...

(You got to read the whole...I'm skipping.)

continue:...What mad pursuits? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?...

...Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on. Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone.

...More happy loose! more happy, happy love!

...*'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,--- that is all

Ye know on earth, an all ye need to know.'*

Enough.

A wish a happy day. We deserve to be happy. O, happy day in spite of the authoritarian base...

I had to smile at the March excellent 'thought' by meta data.

Meta data wrote of the RWA mind as hard to reason with. Meta data mentioned "how difficult it is to speak with a RWA, you either sink into the morass of their distortions, or change the topic to fishing or something."

Amen. Then I thought about Paul's mention of pulling a hen's tooth...I could not add a wiser and more pleasant analogy...but on Sunday's I often go to a rainbow trout stocked lake...It's like trying to let a snagged fish off the hook trying desperately to Not cut the trout's lips or pull a wisdom molars out with a # 10 rusty whale hook? or something.

Perhaps the RWA's dentist extracted their 'wisdom' molars? It's humanly possible. or, just brush and floss bugs bunnies bucked teeth with fluoride tooth paste before you give a RWA bunny a kiss?

Who will come over to my 18 X 20 hemlock guest-house shack where I live alone and please

mentor me about how to 'cut and paste? I am going to read a Wa/Po comic section and throw the Cotton Candy Tooth-Rag into a 'lake of fire' if news-articles scribes try to lie to 'we people.' okay.

correction: a misspelled love earlier. Loose Love? yea! Ah! have hope and joy anyway. Where can I find Ms Ricky Lee Jones? dial..1- 800 - e-com. spirit-two-heehaw-2-2-o. okay? me know how to use a cell phone. Seriously. Throw cell phones in a lake. Sue Law-crook-Firm of Peter Angelos. Watch Oriole Birds and do not go to the ball park. Stay away from authoritarian crazies. I must visit those cute little baby chick-peeps I gave my grandaughters yesterday. She plays with peeps 12-hours a day. "Pa Pa--O, there so cute," she says to me a tillion times (no hyperbole?) over and over, non-stop. Yes. No stop loving. okay.

Dante. by Longfellow.

the last line, "Thy voice along the cloister whispered, "Peace!"

for extra delicious thought, maybe yes, maybe know? Buy William Timberman a 6-pack of Heinz ketchup and eat liberal amounts of pork rinds which may be purchased at Minnesota's Public broadcast airing of The Prairie Home Companion. Shooter, you have a liberals sister? If so, bless her heart, mind, and soul.

for fun, read to her.

Start with Longfellow's poem The Hemlock Tree. Please send her over to my place with a good liberal version of a translation. okay?