A Toy-Mental Toodle-Foo
"Hope for the Hopeless ... Fear for the Fearless .. Wait for the Weightless(ness)" © 1963
Saturday, March 16, 2024
Story of a Man.
Saturday, February 10, 2024
Paper and Paste? Really?!?
While we've been waiting in real time for our house to be completely demolished, I've been staying downtown at a rooming house normally frequented by high-flying nobodies who're just trying to get a grip. As if that's something that strikes a bell! The children have been placed behind a local Catholic girl's school where they can busy themselves with makeshift projects and possibly even earn extra cawthorns for all the trouble they've been. In my day, we took to flying through windows with a snippet of torn fungus as backup. I'd say it was worth every penny, except that when the car stalled smack dab in the middle of the Lincoln Tunnel, my wife decided that that would be the perfect time to perfect the timing of her outbursts. I'd like to say that I've never had it so good. But, before I say that, it'd be more appropriate if people on your level could investigate personal growth modules. Someone may have gotten the wrong idea, among much else. Why so gloomy?
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Saturday, January 20, 2024
A Cautionary Tale.
I have it within my power to transgress all prior novelizations in one fell swoop. But this shouldn't encourage like-minded refugees to begin scouring the countryside in search of clues to the whereabouts of a missing bannister. Because, even though I'm one of the people most enraged by her high-handed tactics, I will still leave it to my betters to breach a flaccid barrier in service to an emaciated agricultural agent. He will be a force for our own incipient removal to an isolated Summer residence where our sleep habits and morning routines can come under the kind of scrutiny which any fair-minded adult would have a hard time denying. The lone service provider who we've seen underneath our area was forced to admit to having waited for smaller members to take the hit. Otherwise, he told us the other day, he might never have been able to tell his family about where I did my post-graduate work.
From the way she styles what's left of her cotton-nibbed mane, the feeling in the room is one of incisive declension. Yes, I continue to roll my smallish cylinders just to the right of the can on the floor of the Third Annex. My erstwhile compagnard, Jerome Afgew, thinks it wise to prepare ourselves for an unballasted reliance on sybaritic cow-herds if things go our way. If not, we could be looking at more than three dozen training sessions, courtesy of Joe Ivy Associates of Bangor, Maine. They will most certainly deploy the most up to date lighting technology and no doubt bring in timing prods by the boatload—literally! Meanwhile, I rest in my ballow, trunk in hand, beasterage at the ready, hoping for a common solution to an age-old conundrum. It irks me to say it, but I'm only mildly ensnared by her seemingly eternal rapid-release response. Not that it doesn't rub the other fellows in a way which says, 'You can't get there from here!' Please, if you're reading this, try not to get too puffed up. It could happen to you as well, and probably will, if I have anything to say about it. And I do. Plenty, in fact. Wouldn't you like to know? No.
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Friday, December 8, 2023
Client Observation Notes.
Just yesterday, I saw that he watched their torsos and how they were manipulated at distance. He had a very sufficient reason to feel ill-at-ease. If training seeks its level in randomized cups, then whose pressure will afford the likely return to a status quo release? The question answers itself, if you ask me. If not, I will bring him straight to you. This will allow for permanent inspection as to the merits of his glade. For some moments now, he has been permitted to hum softly into a shiny all-seasons canador crèpe. Each instant is indeed up for grabs but the girl as he's known her has now been shifted into an overbearing frequency alert. The badge on the cudgel says it all. And now I myself will find a space to mourn a knotting displacement from room to parapet to absenteer. How they sell them is their own bloody business. If they enter my payment system, though, one defective awning could make or break a year's worth of incendiary promotional novelty slippers.
Wednesday, November 15, 2023
Juvenile Stunt: Admission
Monday, October 2, 2023
Collegiate Athletic Roundup.
State Championships start Monday. By Wednesday I should have already received some Holy Stones via the Federal System. By all rights, no one has any more say than a very svelte brunette named Robin Morris. It seems that she's the one to whom everyone turns when they're fresh out of some miracle ingredient or another. You can count on the fingers of one hand the times I've caught her peeking into a local gulch in an effort to appear more worldly wise. In fact, I don't know of a single person who comes close to her level of out-and-out flagrance when it comes to showboating through all kinds of anapleptic procedures. Anyone who wants to can quite easily figure out where I hid the charging documents. Yeah, sure, there's been a whispering campaign centered on my ties to the IRA, but for now let's just say that I'm just not the kind of person to get involved in anyone's dietary inversion.
Tuesday, September 19, 2023
Lingering Hypostomy Rumors . ....