I can't help myself.

I am just wanting to apologize for stealing a penny candy gumdrop over fifty years ago.

The pang! Oh, guilt. merci-my!

I'd die if I did not soon confess.

I'd say Nietzsche would like a lawyer like modern Glenn Greenwald.

If he was alive, he would buy Glenn a bowl of rice and chicken soup.

A garden-variety-diversity, salvation plan, is a great idea in such corrupt GOP times.

Late at night on President's Day, a Maryland cat-phobic-farmer wonders,

if you were elected Ohio-State feline career Ohio-Lab Science Technician,

because you own two Siamese feline cats that jump on guest as they sleep? heh.

Well, the next time I visit you, I'll bring wild Doberman Pinchers to pinch you where?

An apologies to Pedinkska's cats,

for my loud snores as the cats perched,

on the panting chest of a human guest.

I still say, "I ache and go achy hoopla!"

I sneeze if I see a Siamese feline cat.

Some "journalist" GOPS are as busy as the arc Devils released from Hades to serve Evil purposes.

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Today is fix broken things day. The home computer needs lugged to the Geek Squad.

The leg leaks and where can one find a good plumber these days? At least the dentist don't get to hear me mumble with cotton gauzes stuffed in my rotten green teeth? No tooth ache, yippee.

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Yesterday had me go home to read:

The bees, by Emily Dickinson ~

The Pedigree of Honey

Does not concern the Bee---

A Clover, ant time, to him,

Is Aristocracy---

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David Kline writes an article 'Root Stock'...A Farm Friend Publication about bees and the "king" and queen, flower, nectar, sweet water, and how everything works together...(HINT)...

The wings beat at 250 beats per second as the bee enters a healthy colony. The article gets into biology...a bee's "king" has ovaries etc., (read it?) and with mutual participation of everything... and thanks to the Queen, the "king" and all the court! Holy Butter! Excitement.

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I love the garden-variety talk from a lawyer. He is a good lawyer psychologist...

It's no fun to go to view a movie with bad Chihuahua psychologist who would probably wolf down the buttered lima beans ya's snuck into the theatre in your back pocket to save a plumb wood nickel of nonsense.

Pop goes a weasel. Yup.

Pop-bad-shrinks stink!

Ya's can say that again,

and ya's just tooting? Toot.

Those pew wild "dirty rats" are unsavory critters who always steal the scraps.

GOPS are rodents who urinate on the keyboards. Rats jump from sinking ships.

In a good garden patch with potential health always evolving, there can be 25- Earthworms to a square foot.

The worms on a day like today,

when the earth surface is crusty,

worms surface to feed upon residue.

That's good.

Great fertility!

Then worms slink downward again to help.

Maybe a William Shakespearean sonnet about the maggot fitting into Natures purposes can be found and cut/pasted here? Now,

I'm outta here with a dang headache.

A wild mouse in a sickroom meant impending death.

I don't believe in those scary old wife-tale omens anyway.

I need a carrot on a stick to put in front of my donkey.

The old mule is too damn lazy and she needs to be a burger "king"...

Or O Hail Mother Merry, and intercede please, the Mother of Ron Paul's mommy?

Do you have a clean pitchfork to haul a Ron P. monkey to the chimpanzee zoo in DC?

A monkey likes a banana republic or a Right-Wing Tyrannical goofy Donald Duck Reign? huh.

Portent?

Important!

Albert E. said when the bee colony is sick the planet will soon be dead.

I'm now off of here to see the mule veturdnarian and the plumber psychologist.

He ate the mad cow beef in the yucky-meal-neocon dollar special with a side-order of grey-squishy-cabbage-soup.

The Federal-beef-recall?

It was given to shooter242?

He has ties with Hallmark.

I'm here for a brief moment. I am being baby sat. Maybe Farmer John is a Holstein cow farmer?

He may work with shooter 242 and breed brown-cow Jersey's?

Who knows? Maybe he grazes Swedish cows or Norwegian Reds

He may be a doughnut farmer and drive a dusty Polaris cow-cow?

He's a seed farmer? Hay. LWM, You Be nice to farmers. They haul manure.

He has flowers growing to supplemental rye-grass and clover patch-fodder food?

He may run a rabbit breeding operation and sell to Burger King Happy Meal lovers?

LWM. Be Hoppy.

Crepes.

!-cup of flour. 4-tablespoons of butter. Melt butter in a fry pan. Add 4-brown eggs. 1-pinch of salt. Don't pinch too hard until it hurts.

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Clean the mess up with a Shaker hay broom.

Get the consistency like soft cold ice cream.

Take the crepe and toss it at YKW (You choose who)?

Toss a ladleful at every paid troll Creeps ya's see here?

Add a drizzle of sticky honey so the goo sticks real good.

Fill Creeps with spinach.

Label crepes chicken a la king.

Merlin and (Modern) Leodograns foresee... It is grievous. But....

Is there a Guinevere queen to help in something like a neo-diff-Camelot?

We can't all join a nunnery. We can't all get too conked out to only moan and groan.

We'll be alright if we don't all roll over like a dead possum and give up. okay.

(from a child's book, Young Guinevere by R. D. San Souchi. Illustrations are beautiful by Jamichael Henterly.

Good Night.