I no P-dinky kidding, You a doll if you do. Meknow not sit here all day.

I run up the Hill to a greenhouse. Then roll down the hill and stagger a bit dizzy back here, or to the valley flower, pumpkin...etc., patch, who knows where time goes?

I'll say, "I love mung beans and the Central Highlands Mung tribal people." I'll save you some Samish. HIGH MOUNTAIN SEEDS, USDA organic has a company that sells Samish spinach seeds.

Samish is an excellent green variety with savoyed leaves of unusual thickness and bulk. They germinate almost perfect. I'd buy quantities as if you were investing in a sustainable future, at least 10,000 seeds as a starter package from HIGH MOWING SEEDS. 76 Quarry Rd., Wolcot, VT.

(802) 472-6174.

I'd share my phone # but I know that trick, Pedinska! I ask: What is your phone Ring #? okay- I call and get a recorded message.

*bebop-o, ya's a jerk- git ya scurulous-scram Ya's stupid 'mater=Picker! O, Pedinska, you kill me.

There is need for a defence. This is what we don't got at all anymore. Look at the dispicable rot specimens the MSM's whore-Cats dragged at the nations door to be prezel-Chokers?

P.S. Pete the hen HERE lays nice brown eggs.Pete never betrays us.

Sunny side up or poached? Scrambled with spinach, por favour, for two. In a pure innocent Phantasy. I know. okay. strike three, out.

There are predator neocons, vice loaded creeps, and people who bow to pay homage to a dead-ill-bush. Rot to the inner-core. Lots of rot apples, or pumkins, if your a bad=female pro-kill, weasel-lover, spit=bootkisser, generally speaking. Gads, if the grey shelled Stink Bug would not chew on a pumpkin skin, they would grow big and fat looking as the Present Moon.

Paul Dirks, can tell them for me- 'um creepy Jerks!

P.S. So is the GOP.

I like thinking with you. You do have a nasty'Nam chip on the shoulder.

A typical vet- HAY! I gonna wake up again today and kick arse and dare one to kick my last nut back into a jungle canopy. Careful.

You need to go to NJ's Lyons VA Hospital?

The 'shrinks' need to Listen.

Oh, keep on 'rickshawing';~.'

Speak as if you are speaking

LO, Last Precious words...Life...O, Give Testimony.

Some folk in-War state-Side,

Lights at the tip-of-candles.

Leading and guiding me to Hope.

Tell Petraeus's deceived ones, doom.

On the radio now:

The Duke Blue Beard Castle musical. The White House is modern Blue Beard's psychological inner cranial. Peek. Then get. The stinky sweat runs down the inside walls. Every locked door has hidden motive. Inside is the prison, skulls of victims, blood on jewells, torture tools, and what every Lady needs to know: NO surrender as a neo-Victim.

It is the Kingdom of Misery and Death. Pedinska, you are sweet.

I'll send a message via the Moon. I'll morse-code you via a Moonbeam.

Remember the roller coaster ride down thr Red River? Remember the insense sticks of precious herbs dring in the son? Remember the Central Highlands?

The mountain-yard (mispelled, reverently) papa's would help us anti-war GI's walk on red=clouds of smoke? Gads. The burden some carry, stateside too, and O, i got a shush-sensation. Mediddy mung.git/

A Yowsa~!~Love tap. no hate.

DATA- is meaning a DAP Ya's!

Data- is meaning we can still love, unconditionally.

do re.mia- miss.in.action. pickin 'maters for battle.

The farm truck rolled in and i gathered only a few buckets of 'matters.

Chaplain Owen!

Petition Petraeus!

Owen!

You remind me of a neocon "priest" sending the youth to slaughter (no, the exact opposite) and doing the Thorazine Shuffle.

I must go= TROUBLE!

H.L.M.'s name mentioned...Always, without fail, reminds me of my resting anti-war, my Granny.

Balto-2-Louie's lived there.

She loved Louie. The true journalist,

She disrespected the V.C. ship-tycoon,

Louie Dryfus. Shush. No, "LBJ"'s again.

No go to war. Especially, for Petraeus.

Picture a world with fully mature 'Coprinus comatus' fruiting everywhere in the good 'ole USA.

You can get strains and deposits at The American Type Culture Collection. The good soup mushroom is available through various culture banks both commercial and private.

COMMON NAME: The Shaggy Mane.

Grrek and Latin Roots: 'Coprinus' comes from the greek word "kopros" meaning dung and 'comatus' from the Latin "coma" meaning shaggy or adorned with hair tufts. The genus 'Coprinus' is noted for several species that grow in compost. It even has gills.

It has a shaggy texture and has a whit cap's surface.

Description: Whittish, ovoid when young, elongates upward as it matures. Spores produce the cap. It will, if not harvested, grow progressively darker and eventually liquify. It is a mushroom that is described as smooth as a disc, scaly below, soon grey, darkening untill black and thin flesh. The Mushroom Cultivator said it has a membranous veil. Often, a fugacious membranous (Black Collar) annulus comes up from the stem. The spore deposit is black.

Honest: It is common along roadsides, near debris piles, in lawns and in barnyards during late summer and fall. It is Oct. 1st, and it is not YET too late. Go fetch some, now. Hurry. All the native locals were killed. Remember? They are not here to identify what is Good, and what will kill you.

A fruiting substrate use to be backyard compost. A horse would drop gold, which was enriched by chopped wheat staw supports fruiting of this simple to grow mushroom. We sure stoooped and stoooped very low. GOP- Go!

We look forward to mature statespersons who fruit excellent 'Coprinus comatus' No snore. Awaken the dead. Grow good fruit and prune-off dead politicians that deserve to be lopped-off.

If the hate era don't end, only some dry thistles will be left to eat for posterity.

It bulb planting time.