I read Broadsheet through an RRS reader, which apparently means I see ads that do not appear on the website version.

At the bottom of this post, an advert appeared for a site called 'TracysDiet.com', showing a photo of extreme weight loss.

This is in very poor taste, considering the story is about eating disorders. Maybe Salon could keep a closer eye on the adverts that pop up on its RSS feed?

Anorexia is serious. As the last sentence expressed:

`a trend is the ill-disorder, suffering one- a groupie,

`a trend of similar ill "groupies" * informal association,

`a folks will bind together to cause greater self-harms.

`a pro-ana-site that 'feeds' the illness and avoids help.

`a non-recovery, pal-wagger Committee. [insert hens]?

`a hem-haw law, all-cackles Network of Chubby Bloggers?

`a hen cackle layers, back-scratch, and lick old sore emotions.

Anorexia can be fatal. No Jest. It reminds me of Party Pal Lawyer.

Attorneys will be homeless and line up in a soup kitchen? huh? Yea.

Attorneys are more ill than pro-anorexic folk? After meals 'um cuddy.

Attorneys will stick together and bond. Crimes, folly, and steal loose salt.

Anorexia is serious. Attorneys who are ill shake salt pepper in there pants?

And go to chat ir e-mail another lawyer on cur. After breakfast sit on a soffit?

And pat, scratch, and lick bruises, scars, sad blurry eyes, blue moods, and sneeze.

And go into the purse with a putty knife for pepper and salt. They lick a salty putty knife.

An attorney may not rob salt and pepper shakers. Anorexic sufferers need Group Recovery.

And apologies for pushing this grievance here. And anorexic person does need to join those healing:`'Ana Boot Camps'`instead of visiting pro-ana-sites that surely only 'feed a disease'.

Track Clark-Flory. No worry. No where to vent? It's best to vent gripes and opine off somewhere. If angry as a itch-talker with itchy fleas, why not go scratch in privacy?

Scratch in my wood shop? Good idea. Other can please focus and give topical advice.

O remain topic. I love that Salon has diverse articles and comment opinions. Medicine,

can be in many forms. And madness will take many shapes. A egoist may clutch throats,

and advance ignoble moods, diverse mind disorders, and unknowingly advance bouts of

a vain

bickering?

A thinking?

To think aloud?

O SO DANGEROUS.

..."other sick people"

Tracy Clark-Floyd said to no congregate and seek out on the blogosphere such non-healthy comrades with same-same ills. Sit on the couch alone or brood in the old wood Pout Chair. I like Emily Dickenson, Winnie the Pooh, John Steinback, *and garden books. One learns much about a person by the stack of books by the home built Pout Chair. The chosen wood could have been a log for a fire, or to cook a sad bean stew? Maybe a log can be chosen for a brass beagle mutt friend? Silly. A pooch is man and Ladies best friend? O maybe a stiff person can be better as a fence post, or fence picket? A sign:`S`up up! No post # ten times on one post?

huh.

better no be a low class. no etiquette.

no ann rice, or putty, or butter knifes.

Sit in a Pout Chair? okay. What? Weird?

It's quiet. Place to shush. quiet. alone.

*

`Faith's a fine invention for gentlemen

who see; but microscopes are prudent.

in an emergency.-Emily Dickenson.*

The crudities and sufferings sure get advanced. It's often a ardent treck and the journey seems slow. Yesterday I saw the long shadow behind a dear friend and I thought to say:`

Ask the shadow that trails behind you:` Push me along, will you, mr. sad shadow? ow?

Why everybody needs a push along life's path when weary. okay. Ignore rude comments,

obscene slurs, and those who hurl an anguished word. Well, as usual, another rambles.

Again. Pro-anorexia groups are self-destructive. When I feel blue, I'll find a maple board.

I'll go fetch birds eye maple wood slabs, plane smooth, and go brood in a wood Pout Chair.

The first chapter of Winnie The Pooh with Eeyore will teach a few lessons. Poor Eeyore? Who?

Raise up folk at a young age with a gravity of views, humor, and learn to bottle up prudence.

Reproach why? Prudes? O poor turkey gets kilt on Thursday. So shop at Foggy Bottom Farm Market? Yes. It's today.

This sure is a cory post.

Blame Tracy Clark Flory. edit

Blame the interesting comments from the old:`Porn in a Flash? I enjoyed the last page there.

Klytus views? Bright Morningstar 2 - Resurrection? Good 'ole Scare Grandma? Not Durian Joe tho. @ 4:25 Bigguns shot down violence. Ya!

Who knows who is dangerous? We encounters.

They walk the streets like sleaze dog mongrels.

People carry taser-guns, or the wood putty knives.

Creeps may carry a cell phone that's porn-loaded.

Bizarre, and you can't tell by a satin fex headdress.

Burningbright, Elizzybec, and Mr. E., and 'le Good Whatever?

I love those comments on the last post. Good to muse about.

I have a friend who throws the hands upward and says:`Whatever.

O more-madness. Some good wild views are here @ Salon. That's good. No post ten views on page one tho. Oh, a cory cornish hen cackles. huh. Pew. Go sit in a wood-shop, or make a pretty nice birds-eye Pout Chair.

Rembeber"`No get wood splinter.

Sit on a couch with the cat.

Purr with a nice puppy dog.

No lick pets who have fleas.

Scratch thee layer hens lice.

Maybe a red rooster crows.

Then the sun will wake up.

The world is less confused.

apology. Tracy Clark-Flory.

I think it is.

I just saw an anorexic woman yesterday on the Metro and was reminded of how sad this disease is. I hope that these Facebook sites eventually evolve into a place where these young women can share not only their misguided "diet" plans, but also their inner thoughts and pain and, hopefully, encourage each other to seek out treatment.

By the way, Tracy, I like you in your night job as Feist.