First, be polite and unbuckle the belt or girdle before bellying up to the thirsty bar. It's okay to burp. A burp or passing a silent wind is polite.

Second, something very hateful is breaking my computer. Hate never succeeds. It seems the hate in the world will win on some days, but, sooner or later, love always prevails. A clanging chime, a yacker hacker, what breaks down forces us out of time. Love does not accept limits. Of all that we feel and do, all virtues and all sins, love alone crowds us at last over the edge of the world. For love is always more than a little strange here. It is not explainable or defined. It justifies. We can't make it or sell love. If it dod not happen to us, we could never imagine it. Love includes the world and will suffer and forgive It is in the world but it is not actually altogether of it. A mystery. It is eternity in the present. It takes it's embrace of each individual when the individual feels most broken and surrender to love.

Belly up. Bottoms up. Loose buttons. Gulp with a good empty thirst. Drink for a beely button burst? huh? Cork it. Burp.

Maybe I best start burping and buy a corked bottle of Guy/Gal Noir-Noir and un-cork a wine bottle. Burp. Maybe that is enough for today. Burp. Bottom's up in the blue sky air, exposed in the sunshine, keep burping with a bottom's belly's bottom's up, for a belly button? huh. Burp. "Belly Up to the Bar," said it best.

Bye bye computer? Damn "Bleep" People. Burp. Bottom's up and NO bombs away. Belly Up to the bar. okay. burp. burp. stop hate. 'shad up' and talk to fish and jump in a lake. by. bye computer?

I know it's not the days of "The Good Earth," by Pearl S. Buck.

IntrovertGirl, if you get face to 'face to face' with your partner, ever again, and if at all possible, maybe you 'cancan' have a dozen or more children to humanity some more hope? That little baby swimming in your belly, is about to have a fine lovable mommy.

Pay total attention to the one who comes to the 'good earth' via you 'guys' in the 21st century, to hopefully, salvage us wayward adults. The political and social upheavals we face, as a society, need parents who love the Earth. I use to say, "Put a hoe in your children's hands to prevent a nuclear holocaust." I still say that.

The dogwood blossoms are quietly barking. The yuck film feeling on the grime tongue goes away when you drink ginger beer. It can become a sweet hot tea, if you heat the ginger up. If the fly's or fruit ants crowd around the tea cup, don't swat them dead or aggressively smack them, angrily. Shoo 'um elsewhere.

Don't be fixing' to smash and cook pest-bugs on the barbecue grill. Lemon balm tea, also does soothe a upset tummy. If the plant's leaves are pinched into a paste, the lemon-balm-oil keeps pesky insects and nocturnal bats away from your eardrums. Honest.

If there was a honest law firm some place, I'd ask to file a congressional bill-law-suit, which outlawed those (fatalities) permanent marriages. A introvert, imho, is a Wagner suite of a wow-wow, a humble one, and a one who has to conceal her inner beauty and innate feminine powers?

Make smashed potatoes or think: Walk down a wedding aisle or simmer some Succotash with lots of creamy butter? Y'all, IntrovertGirl, i'sa my kinda lovable gal? Now, I'm not wish any jealousy, tell your partner to love the 'dickens' out of you. I am giving him a complement, and I'm tired of fight-in' in the Salon about corn-fed ladies I respect-in'.

Off topic: I picked the first pic-kin's of rhubarb for blueberry puree on vanilla ice cream. Wow, if I could offer you and your partner (Glenn and friends too) some rhubarb blueberry paste, with raw honey for dessert...It be a 'gone with the wind' evening.

You, tell yer partner, I am not tacky. People like you liberals remind me of a sweet sugary 'pre-revolutionary...days, and ah, oh, bow bashfully... a lover.

I best not get into some hopeful historical signs, today. Yes, but do Love each other, (courtiers) and drink lots of ginger beer, okay.

You sure you are a introvert? Wow! I realize this ain't a tacky 'chat' room parlor. But you can sure enough fool some of the blogger's some of the day's, but bebop-o, does sure look stupid when I goes 'round and 'round on a Merry Go 'Round, neck-in' too...(!) tease, o mama, ME....Merci.