It's sometimes true that one can get so sleepy they can't sleep. The electronic 'gadget' is acting extra goofy too. It makes me drink too much unpasteurized goat milk.

I can remember being accused of stealing a 2-cent wax paper carton of milk in 1st grade school from a penguin looking Sister Gertrude Maria. I just walked-off. I forgot to pay. No moral guilt. The teacher looked like a black and white penguin. I use to confess to the wine breath Listener behind the confessional door, that I thought the nun had three roundish breast under her white starched bib. Hail Mary. duh. 1+1=2.

I confess my grievious faults on a public contrition sight.

Some things we may have forgotten or just didn't pay our 2-cents worth of attention. U.S.A's senility. Many here have taught me a bit about algebra, mathematics, a circumference, triangle, square, pie-radius shared into 3.14 equal slices etc.,. I still can't figure how to 'cut and past' a poem on a computer.

I've even refined my taste for blueberry pie, muffins, but not for yellow jello hominy. Birds, bees, hippo's and a sock-monkey seems to school every day about something. NO forgetting history, or it introduces a world to perilous days, and HOW many people have tried to bang heads-up against the blackboard, throwing chalk and erasers, poking a pointer stick? Thanks.

I agree and thanks for all the history law, and common sense. A glimpse of real non-fraud "V"-sane community.

I can't prove or produce raw facts for the reason my big size computer acts wacko. It just acts like a little lame laptop?

The American spy's have ulterior motives for peeking via our keyhole. The hard earned 'bread dough' we get stolen from us "blue" or "pink,"or White Neck Criminals wearing blue, pink, green, and even rainbow-fish- trout color schemes...NO Fair! Politico boys wear noose ties.

Why they have No-sense to loosen the choke grip. It might make 'um stiff, blind, holy, as a long-nose Pinocchio? A 'pinkie' analogy of a goat sipping beer with a straw wearing a straw hat cracked me up real screaming crazy. Thanks.

The big size computer acts tortured lately. I'll dare No tell what weird scenes appear on site without my approval. I know the maladministration is up to damn mischief. My computer needs a bottle of Pepito Bismark.

It putters, gags, seems a bit h2-o-O-bored? It's acting half gassed? Expect the worst and you'll not be surprised and shocked when it comes forth. I listened to someone here-say that. Or, be preventative, also.

Instead, of worry about the bad bogs, bugs, spring flue, and 'stuff' let's be cheerful for orange and black polka dotted lady bugs. The red breast birds do sweet tweets. I watched a Robbin fly to the tilled garden, then fluff, then shake, then puff-up feathers into a downy soft ball. It must have been a robbing-bird catch a earthen worm polka. Amazing. A bird caused a worm to come forth to the surface for a meal.

I assume she's fattening-up and soon will lay blue eggs in a twig and straw nest. Great! The fraud 'occupant' era is ended! Keep banging on the door to remind them.

We all know it except the watchful Versailles loyal scribes who bow lowly to sip from pools of warm blood who are daily slain for greed.

By the way, I am as angry as a goat. I've nothing against real goats that may stink. A couple blogs I use to be able to visit tell mr a Trojan pop-up is, What! I don't use rubber galoshes when I type!

Next I'll be accused of drinking Pepsi or burping 7-up on a keyboard? If I put a swivel-chain on a goat to keep 'her' from a wormwood [bitter, but wormwood rids people and goats of worm parasites, and it use to be illegal because it made french poet's go angrily against their government reign] bushes or Jane and Billy may just get locked up?

I'd hammer like a spysrog at a stake and make a imitation of his amazing jingle Joe jangle? This amazing computer contraption may have a dose of Springtime fever? I'll drag her into a Spring garden to see if a Robbin can unbound it and eat the nsa's worms? It's too conscious.

I am tempted to bang it with a pitchfork till it turns into spoons, butter-knives, and becomes a bundle of utilitarian tines. Or, send it to the Quaker Friends for a oil change and service tuneup so it stops acting quaky?

'We people' are human members of a diverse race. I just heard the first peeps from the birds. It's eastern time here. I believe if we don't tell the malady that we have had way too much...Enough!? It may soon be that we will get a glimpse of bush's orchestrated doom.

It won't be beautiful. We best expand our learning. If we love anything, anyone, and hope for a future, we best begin to demand thee "Get" out of Dc-dodge! I'll give then an abandoned one that has wasp-nest forming in it right now.

Look under the blue hood. A V-6 combustion motor has wasp-nest hanging from the sun visor on the driver's side too...I'll confess it won't haul-arse. The battery is dead etc., and it only ran about 35 mph last time I drove her.