'ridentem dicere Quid vetat?'

[what can stop us telling the truth with a laugh?] higgledy-piggledy award goes to you. We embarrass oneself with out any effort. We are embarrassed by our very selves, is true. Thanks.

I do thank those who have an unwritten credo that we aren't to bro/sis be treated with mean mockery or be managed by thumps from Antonie's fist. We should be glad our limbs begin to fail us. We can still have vigour, but what a misery it would be to be as old as the nice gentleman boast. I am sure he smiles at your pleasant jest.

Mother earth will some day embrace us all....Then what? I hate to guess. One day at a time. One step, and one breath. Don't gasp and forget to inhale. That's dangerous.

Hale Horace L.W.M. "Have a good day." I remember a K-mart clerk say...Have a nice life! a good day too....

Let's give us all the benefit of the 'doubt.'

Remember that some people in every area have precocious hairs that grow under the armpit and stink like a goat: Mother's are astonished to notice their sons grow a early fuzz upon the chin and they call a man's beard. A person gets stuck back there [Please save yourself from tiny self-elf?] and shoots crooked. A voice that booms like a black boom-box, 'black-death-crap' about what the neocon boom-idiots want voiced, is a matter for the fools to huddle together, wacko, and talk about.

Have a good morn, if the world still exist, I may stop over here for some glorious lunch. I want a seat with the scrufiest sit and don't wear a stinky-saffron robe or I may use it for a distribution of shredded rags for our napkins and Kleenexes?

I'm glad we can wear healthy smell-tunics and distance our-self from the stinky fancy suit and pinko tie creeps. 'Um stink like a hoary billy goat in a beautiful heifer Field. Lo! Right.

at 8:03 we hear, "delivery of happiness...(?) What!

O, we can come here and be happy to up-chuck? If one feeds on vomit, vomit in, up-chuck vomit out? If some neocons wish to swallow vomit hungrily and with joy, happily, let 'um. Please leave the open-mouth-shocked liberals away. Tolerance is a difficult test. Huck.

O, a "surge." You know nothing about love or war, or how to live happily. The gang that you hang with rape and plunder on a daily shoot-to-kill base instinct. Daily, we see a bunch of poo-eaters. You put that poo-ball in a punch bowl, and watch 'it' float, and gulp that too? --I yield to consider what you drool in the punch? Wiser people are not so thoughtless and eager for a belly ache of that sort...

If a lovely thought or an opportunity to 'surge' is afforded us in private quietness, it's best to enjoy a happiness and pleasure for open-mind liberals that last. We are gentle and slow. We want the pleasure of a higher-thought or virtuous act to last. I/'we' remain as happy as long as I can. Let's prolong happiness, squint our eyes with pleasure--hope we can prolong kind-words or act with beautiful affection, rather than surge like a dog-mongrel-mutt that's a scrounge half-breed beast. okay?

Some of us feel lucky-dog happy if a natural liberty and freedom like that Happiness's happens once in a blue moon? Why boast like a hog who shoots blank "surgeShit" six times a day. What?

I think a blogger sipped bad brew with a bunny rabbit and found great pleasure sleeping in this Monday? "That's Great," a cute tiger would growl to say? I don't know much about the birds or bees, but I am glad some one can do algebra. Ouch. My head hurts from a hammer knock in the night? Happy day! Happy.

You do manage to help un-confuse matters. Wisdom is a edifice, solid and entire that confounds the base-'t'-stinkers. You deserve a Hallmark birth-day suit for showing 'um naked. Yuck.

Side-track, vagrant-gutter 'stuff,' and if someone would please 'fluff' Johnson Baby powder on their "bottom-line's?" Good grief is right. O, how they T-arse pound their flabby mild-fatty breast! Tell them they are not Tarzan for me?

ABC defghijko-i gotta go. And eiei,O!

Where is my bow-legged barred-rock rooster crown that got a frost-burned this winter? It's yours. I want a bowleggedbullwinklewinkie award!

And one day I hope to get a mug-shot and a Salon mug with gold-dung finger-prints to sip on good brew also? I have NO constructive ideas to contribute here anymore...I can barely self-contain pure disgust. 'They' vex me so much I whisper softly into their bee-wax-sway-dirty mindset of full-'stuffed' ears, of brown-'crapping hoot, "shad-up."

'They' ruin a world. 'They' are ruin.

I want to learn how to speak in disconnected sentences with backward causes, clauses, and learn to properly apply coma's at home. Those paid free-flying-maniac's kooks want to watch people die in mental wards? O, boy these dank-drunks need to voluntarily commit 'um-self in Lobotomy Class. Next they will un-leash real live Pitt-bull mutts toward us?

To speak with real Conservatives is a treat, but THIS era seems to be back-tracking on a fast-path to hell! What else can a sane-class of people in a world do? None of 'um-neocons are conservative. The ilk kill truth and still have a brain or a fatty-rotten-liver. ?!? They have less aptitude than a ____. Vile.