bamage.

Try not to eat a snail that crawled through a flop of ergot. achacoo. bless you.

buzzes like snail-ergotcha gets ya's all wired. Come rain drizzle, whatever may,

tomorrow+buzz-be=Gone.

Brain snaps and neron neo=con-snark~suffer sizzle synapse, and always,

like a fried brain head got poached or pooched~~smooch, eh. bambage?

'um need a assburn and pepo-bismal.

Dismal.

Sneeze the frogs out of the throat and send snails to wipe goo on the door knobs.

No violence.

Achoo. snot.

It medicine.

Maybe the White House staff are pleading for our hugs?

Maybe their throat is scratchy from being in a rainey rose garden?

Send them to bed for some eternal sleep. Pray they catch Lieringitis.

They may have ate a bad cracked egg. 'um are very miseable as it appears...discomboobulatrd, right Retired Military Patriot?

Anyone got a pet aligator to send them?

Send them to bed and pillow fight with that.

Pam can send a teddy bear?

Send Glenn a crocockodoll.

It only takes a spark. Then all others can gather around the flames's warmth and benifit from the glowing. A quiet, powerful peace.

I love the moment I first read Floyd.

I'd donate a pair of holy soled boots...

I no e-mail tho.

Happy Pissstasio to you.

It's a rain day. I no want to melt.

Potabella, shitake, maitoke to you.

...I agree: There are even sub-atomic particles that serve some purpose toward a greater good...there is even something in a bought package of macaroni and cheese.

Arne probably agrees?

Arne always says Cheese.

Arne always wipes his mouth,

always,

with his left shirt sleeve. Then:

Cheers.

Arne can play the tamborine?

Why? Skunkeye? Poor L.W.M.

He no like mustard farmers.

Maybe he can be a skunk skinner.

Chris, I hope the tax payer isn't picking up the tab here today? Is the State Department here?

Chris, I hope you are licenced as a pesticide sprayer of organic Dypel to rid the Republic of looper worms too. They destroy green Romenesco califlower plants. Well, everybody is still civil for now.

Civil Disobedience, eh, and I'm the one who has been all wet earlier today. Cold shivers. I need to crawl under a blanket...

Anybody else want to go outside and pick looper wormd and get the cold shivers?

I'll share some Blue Ridge Dairy Company Ricotta Cheese and some roasted mushrooms. T

here is always room YKW- (not you Floyd) for jello and mushrooms....

Nepheloricotta or Nephemacaroni

straws with feta for a better mood?

As William Tiberman always says:

Don't take a damn wood nickle.

Feta Cheese.

Cheers.

Remember: You may dissent.

But, or, get disgaced in a day,

But: Glenn is not here. mice play.

But: Who knows yet what is next?

It too early for a cold bier,yet!?!

No flame from a bumpkin...here.

I'll go listen to Louis Armstrong.

I love him singing 'On The Sunny Side Of The Street'

Just a Gigolo, What Did I do To Be So Black and Blue,

Body and Soul. St. Louis Blues, When your Love has Gone,

I'm not Rough.

This is educational. I'd always go with the black-brothers in war to laugh and think.

I'm white.

I love blacks soul...

Love the Sisters...

I once even had a small gig in the lousy movie G'Gods and Generals' ...Civil War- Strife!

My part was a black top hat, coat tails, and a rich slave owner. Wow- the sisters were fun and innocently lovable.

I behaved. Let's learn

The Garden of EDEN BEAN IS A DELICIOUS GARDEN HEIRLOOM.

no caps intended.

Even when the Bush bean bean is old, the bean is tasty, and remarkable, delicious, and seriously, so-very tasty, and remarkable. Cook most greens, and beans, no more than 3-to-5 minitutes.

O, Simmer.

I'm enjoying various colored peppers, garlic, onions, yellow calendula flower petals, feta, and lumpy cottage cheese, grey sage, and various, other

etable herb leaf, mixed with those stables, the purchased wheat noodles, and whole-wheat-bread, good to munch, 'nice'...and chemical free, organic, safe-to-eat,

O, mushrooms, too.

O, and comments,yea.

No comments, O, no.no.

O, a Moon watch, a pizza in the sky, a long day?

O, a Moon is something we've all got in darn

common.

O, ya's know what i/you/neo-nut doth mean?? I hope,

You with the M*A*S*H notion,

YOU,

make me feel some bloggers that I/others here, like:

Well, We

Got mashed Taters with Blueberries on the Top of our head?

Ah! O, well, good night.

3-min, mighty minute/^~

and it sounds like a <8> BALL, # TEN?

I'm hearing lizards say: 'um luv! no die GI! Later, maybe? Get-down!