"Hope for the Hopeless ... Fear for the Fearless .. Wait for the Weightless(ness)" © 1963
Friday, April 11, 2025
This doesn't mean that we're not still friends.
Wednesday, April 2, 2025
The following account may resolve some of your heretofore unanswered questions.
Tuesday, March 18, 2025
Why not let's grease the skids with a bit o' false modesty, shall we?
It's just not true that I risked my life to save a shy person from the consequences of his inadequate personality. What I did, though, was hover silently in the background, let him get his footing, and then compensate his enablers commensurate with their stake in the final outcome. No one knows better than a kid from the South Side what it takes to live an entire life free of chemical infusions. During the lean years, one of us always felt free to create a very large circle inside of which we would routinely vanquish thrill-seekers everywhere. The problem was, some of them had just returned from the Interior Theater and required immediate attention. A few would claim to feel a mystical pain. I used a device on loan from the Agriculture Department to root out the spots where their parents had hidden their collections. With that in hand, I felt we had enough to go on. I wouldn't put my foot in one, but that doesn't mean I'm any taller than the next guy, despite what you may have heard.
Sunday, March 2, 2025
A fully vetted account of likely events.
I am carefully warming a pretend dish inside the sanitizer. Just to the right of the sanitizer, you'll find a precious booklet decked out with commemorative stickers. My step-brother waits outside. His curb is still littered with detritus. I'm done making calls, the likes of which have kept some folks active for days. I have been warned to not attempt to relive vaunted moments. This seems like a good time to circulate photos for maximal effect. The habits of our elders provide no excuses when our own regulations are on the line. I have taken some myself. The impact was nil, but no one ever said boo about the incandescent sound values which would erupt in a shallow quarter. People are better off when they believe something is being done. In their own name or not, you'll know them by the way the powder snakes across the parking lot in their stead. No use giving up the ghost if even one child can be saved. Or, at least that's what they want me to say to avoid subliminal repercussions. It will all come out.
Wednesday, February 19, 2025
Trickerie Exits the Picture.
Saturday, February 8, 2025
A Thoughtful Morning Outline . . ...
Sunday, February 2, 2025
These two guys share certain proplinquities. Can you blame me?
Saturday, January 25, 2025
A brief outline of the Evening Protocol.
The trick of living with a longterm perdition is to always remove pieces of luxury cloth from a place of safety, making sure not to crane one's neck in the opposite direction whence buffers are said to decline. By their whippery ring you shall know them and all about our suite the superior provider will inspect carpet-bound sleeves for subitual infestations. As he does so, all comments are kept to a dull minimum and a cough is seen for what it so manifestly is, to wit: the meager enconium which is sometimes heard when a Summer Band is plotting retreat, should be enough to convince even the most dimwitted accomplice to relinquish his bandana when time seems to slip to the very outskirts of a no-lane byway. Take my dress.
Thursday, January 16, 2025
Final Notice.
As I sit here checking some of the more wistful pages in this collection, I've received word that the Champ has arrived at my back door. This is after a long rafting trip where it's said he fractured his expherior maztrikle. None the worse for wear, I'll invite him for coffee in the Springtime once I've gotten my shots. Meanwhile, if I get reports that he's started to affect that standard downcast mien, I'll be forced to consider removal--not to say extrication! The Management Team is on the ground even as it shifts beneath their less-than-graceful feet. Also, I'm in touch with more than a few stakeholders and their concubines. Exhibiting a combination of mirth and cylindricality, they've gone the extra mile to uphold my version of events in case a rapid response comes to the fore and any of us get shafted in the melee. Can we count on you to stick to the official account? Your family will thank you in my absence. And, it will go a long way to repair some of the damage that we know you'e been itching to effectuate.
If it comes to that, why haven't all of our senior people been collected and confined? Even though they know it's for their own good, I have it on good authority that they summoned my loss prevention specialist to their bungalow, stripped him of his title and tittered compulsively when he stepped in a hole near the outbuilding. This CANNOT continue! Someone could get their field trip all but canceled. The next step would be to enforce a sleep regimen on unsuspecting nitwits. Without a central bardling phase, any condition which we have reason to believe is otherwise preventable will be grounds for a swift reinforcement gambit. Any related pelicans can be counted upon to infuse a high-donor pro-cam inhibitor in our stinking bomber's plot. The next thing you know, one or more padded artifacts could be lodged in the pathway of those who need extra help. This won't come without the say-so of a 'convenience specialist'. The problem is, the last one departed over a year ago and a replacement is not guaranteed to appear when there are barely moments to spare. You will help us to incite a plague of minor injuries which will distract the attentions of comely blonds. Then we will have what we need to work with as time grows short. Why hasn't anyone thought of this before? Please ask yourself. Final notice.
Monday, January 6, 2025
A Mild Crust Is Forming, Part II.