The finale?

The woven!

Egyptian golden thread mythology includes the microbiological input theories of past collapsed Dynasties.

The Moon, Sun, old Horus, Ra, and Osiris did invite back the 'ole microbe.

Yep.

Bast, Bastet, Pasht, and Bubastis!

Moronic?

No! In Bath's honor!

The old sex orgies?

The noisy neocon affairs always ends in any era of crime's history.

The neocon debasement and debauchery is hush-hush, shush! Over.

All manner of GOP witchery, Diablerie -mischief, devilry, and use of sex orgies is finally over.

In the old days the custom was to have the Neo-Con-Incarnation of the Devil kiss a rodent?

Yep.

The posterior!

Oh. A yuck muddle.

The GOP sure species is deluded bad,

worst than the lowland stink polecats!

Oh. Let's not talk of the carrion tonight.

Oh. GOPS are tough, tenacious, and rot!

O, some good news? okay. Let's be nice.

The baubles? The bulb 'The Spring Snow Drop' has bloomed.

That means the lowland 'skunk-weed' blooms too. A skunk?

Oh. The natural black and white polecat will sneak up to a honey-bee-colony n a apiary.

The skunk will swish her tail inside the honeybee colony. A nice Polecat eats any bees clinging to the tale.

Nature?

She sure amazes.

Amazes amazement.

Yep. Oh. Luminous. macro/micro.

It looks like a dangerous and risky 'fight' tonight?

I'm, so darn foolish? I've not even read the ' Various ' dang disputes. Now that is foolish?

I read somewhere if a foolish-dispute was ongoing and perpetual, any fool is invited to kiss a cat posterior an enter a cat-spat?

Bast was a sex-orgy divine or diabolical feline where feline-humans howled?

It is the wild-feline mating season 'round towns. It's goofy. Cats mate on the porch.

I sure never join any debased debauchery. William T., you know a market exist for the old hamsters of past history?

Also: Mongoose, Weasels,

Mouse Rodents, "Hamsters"

Gerbils, Jack Russell Terriers?

A pet can alleviate much stress.

A multimillion "$" profit? Ask W.S?

You can market Pet Food, Toys, and Litter Boxes?

A Nine live-hamster needs pet shampoo and pet toys.

A weasel mongoose 'cat' will eat a home mouse or a rat.

A domesticated cat or hamster-gerbil will get killed as in euthanized-genocide. Sad.

A great level of stress is in our times? I advocate a "be nice" to purring domicile house pets.

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It is cat-mate season in the wild-woods. A feline can breed at 7 or 8 months. Awesome?

If a feline hamster, squirrel, gerbil, ~ etc., O, Unfortunately, the reproductive potential mean that in a span of a few years a intact gop-rat-kind of species of a human "weasel" will have offspring total-potential of 150,000 in Several years (Hint)....I use a hyperbole.

But, OH- Maybe, The reason People imagine the noble efforts----of considerate spaying or neutering neoconservative abandoned species Of the GOP's may be wise? humanitarian?Prevent unloved bastardization.

Oh, in Nature - protect the chip-monks?

Songbirds?

They have little chance with a feline cat?

Ignore me. I'll call Miss microbiologist P.?

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The V.A. wants to spray radioactive skeletal dyes in me. gads.

Oh. Ah. Who has a bone to pick without ostea-melitas? (sp) heh.

Undoubtedly, a soft-fur from 'anything' purring is soothing ~ beneficially. O, embarrassed.

I'll say, Good Night.

I'll watch "The 12 Dancing Princess' ...

Bewildered? Rage? And we know why?

Speak! Or we will have toxic gas ~ eh,

no have bad flatulence? Pew. o, speak!

William, if your father read you today...

as Time rolls onward... I know he loves you.

Today, I picked a white bell shaped bulbous 'Spring Snow Drop' and smelled it.

The creek skunk weed blooms around this time of year. Why will one cry at beauty?

I sure don't know why?

I am just a little babe most days.

Oh pity? Yes. Pity those who hate!

Again. W.T. Your dad would express joy reading you. I want to say that.

My grandfather bebop was a stern West Point "geezer" and I do miss him...

He'd be there at dinnertime... And Nobody would dare fight over a pork-chop or mashed potatoes. No way.

Whoa. He could sure scowl.

I do see his Life was dark,

post-WW2, but he loved in his own way.

The creek? Yea. The creek flows. The treachery in DC will be self -destruction and we will witness it...

o, the skunk weed blooms down at the creek.

o, the politico's are real dead hoopla's creeps.

o, I'll hush, watch a dvd, and cut those log-Zees.

After Thanksgiving .... o...

Enjoy a tuna with dill on rye.

If stress levels seem too high?

Have some pickles, onion, and sliced celery!

Chop the green herbs in a hyper-vigilant mood?

Don't listen to scummy GOPS and be overly war weary.

If a tingling sensation in the thumb brings anxiety, ho.

And don't Fear you need a biopsy. Blame the GOP's finks?

Finks! I've not used that word for more than a dang century.

Go to a cheese cake factory? Maybe fill up with some starch and sweets.

You gotta love those home-made mood remedies? O, Drink raw goat milk.