sorry Dirigo. That old title just popped up without my permission. Serious.

I'll sign all Salon bumped off 's the Internet to Talk To Me wwwtalktome.com

The guy upside down is Billy. Lizz and Billy did a farm summer with us.

It was one of the best, if not, the most fun summer. Billy always has his

journal nerd - pad and pen out like Colombo, writing things down.

He attends Columbia University now - Some young people are ready

to fill the GOP vacancies.

GOPS will croak in SHAME.

Check out Talk To Me Site. Encourage this new-web-idea of his? It's brand new.

Tell him Blueberry Hick & Veg/flower CSA Farm sent you. Tell Billy I never paid the Gettesburg Pa (sp)

Battle Field parking ticket. It's still outstanding.

Ask Billy to stay outta' Dirigo's fireing range....

That validates the mystique. same-same. Yes. The reason? I get those creeps

fiddling around with my exemplary reputations. The aliens will explain it to ya's.

They are real slimy.

He should be docked $3.00 from his annual salary for that grin and fake smile.

Mr. Bush thinks the economy is growing as planned? Yea. I grow wood rulers.

The wood rulers grow 3-feet each growing season. They will be pistachio trees.

Anonymous.

you can change that. Why don't you sit on each news pundit talk show host's and hostess's lap like they are Lushball santa 'cause...

whisper in their ears...softly. go pffft.

ask Fox staff to administer world peace.

Order the pro-war killers to distribute stolen cash.

Signs in old abandoned mom ad pop stores, square dance ice scream shops, nursery shrub, pubs, car washes, sub shops, and headache drug parlors will READ in the storefront windows.

Toe nails polished. 5-cents.

Signs will flash neon-REID:

Closed ~ It's all your fault.

Yep. A-sends grandpa dick cheney an anonymous congratulation gift in a mysterious shoe box size parcel.

Inside is a plain recycled wrinkled folder.

Inside that is a tube of black-oil toothpaste.

All the Anoyamous contributers must sign their name either Psycho or Bhopal~ to lessen the irritation and confusions. heh? o. no. stooped.

Requiescat in pace.

I go doodle now...

~

*Magnanimous Despair alone

Could show me so divine a thing...

~

okay. For Valentines Day I'll draw a heart. It will be a fist size red, non-pumping organ.

The aorta will drip, drip, drip. I'll send the massed reproduced Valentine Red Heart out...

Parcel Post.

The first homemade Valentine Red Heart will be sent to The White House bloody drips.

signed,

Art James.

All my heart.

~

Anybody who attempts to find a "text" will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

Any troll who ridicules or attempts to find a "subtext" will be banished from the human race.

Anybody who interprets, does analyses, deconstructs, or fully "understands" can be exiled on a dessert island with other explainers and listen to their favorite round scratched 45-records.

O, or DVD disk.

I'm gonna attend a farm 'gig' and will be away... I'm reading 'The Runaway Bunny' by Margaret Wise Brown. Pictures by Clement Hurd.

It's about a little bunny who wanted to run away

But no matter how or where the bunny decided to go,

his mother was always there --- for she loved the bunny very much.

A Good Mother's nature....

`

Within a framework of mutual love a bunny tells how a human/bunny,

answers the challenge by indicating how love will catch --- Warmth prevails.

The pictures are great.

What hospitality.

Tho your many 'infractions' throughout life, and tho you have crimson cheeks, you will get some marsh mellows ear rings to stick on your earlobes...

That's what a pope may say for saying coon?

I was censored one day on Salon's Garrosin Reefer piece for use of the saying, '...O, coon'...

It was the Springtime.

I'd seen some black and white bandit looking rauk'coons up in a cherry tree stealing crimson fruit.

Birds eat cherries and spit out the white seed pits. I have seen a groundhog up in a peach tree.

Mea Culpa to all and to all have some yellow mashed sweet yams with white marsh mellows.

Yam. The joy of "sin" is enjoyment in the forgiveness too. You can sin-good and still sing..

forgive me everyday....

pagh seems to me a concise haiku.

The rest of us can ramble a long discussion of wordy-mess-ness. It's a modern writers block?

We/me struggle with what/how?

What we/me writes gets confusing.

No wonder many turn to saki drinks.

Mr. McCain is bordering full blown psychotic.

I'd not be surprised if he does an 'about face'...

The poor insane guy reflects honestly...[?].

Then: To boost low polls and depression,

A former POW may needs to pop a pimple?

Maybe he will assume guilt for global killing?

Maybe he will begin to address global warming?

A ashen president probably has hid head in a waste basket,

And tomorrow he may admit he's been a totally wasteful 'mutt'...

O, what will his consultant tell him to barf-up for us to tomorrow?

O, he will order Mr. Rove to wear a spanking new toupee?

O, if it rains in Nashville, put the hair-piece in a pocket.

O, if Bush plays the cello for world peace we'd be happy.

At the White House girls locker room tomorrow,

a naked preznit walks in on a naked female plumber.

George Walker Bush has a guitar tucked under his chin.

He greets the elderly naked plumber and envies Bill Clinton.

Breaking news just in.... To identify sincere goo-loyalist,

The Bush's decree is: All phone monitored citizens receive,

a rose tattoo on the left ankle to identify the non-war folk.

O, Rove? Down on his knees before a Fox audience. A leg cramps. ow.