Hello. I am crinkly cut again today. The very best is to be expected all day long, into the evening, despite all the warning signs of traumatic discourse.
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Tread lightly, MM. You should be more careful. I see face wounds in store for you today, if you do not watch yourself.
My butler recommends a strong cafe in the face of such warning signs. You must also carry a small sugar arsenal and, of course, your wineskin. Please be careful today. Mentally capture your discourse opponents offguards with off-color nonsequitors and make a break for it if necessary. This has worked for me in the past. I miss you MM!
I have had my share of traumatic discourse dervish frenzy this week but all is ok. Today I pray for no phone calls from wizards. No emails. I need to return to a cave-dwelling state where I can consume peel-and-eat shrimp with lemon sorbet. I may have to settle for the inebriation celebration alignment of disparate entities contained within the processes of conscious consumption and philosophy. Those philosphies would include pirates, toad, and the wisdom of daffodils.
I may also require the consumption of pullets and red babies. They are on sale in my neighborhood - ready as pets or dinner, your choice! Can I interest you in a chuka, MM? They are good for the golgi.
Fairy Butler, how I have missed your sweet song. Fearfully, I hid in the deepest stump in the forest whilst the Meanies bantered their banter, skulked and crossed. It was too much for the Sprites, who fled to the Dark Pond to seance. As I wake today, I feel a great lifting of awareness and possibly the newts will share their redemtive oils so we can mix the tonics of love. I love shrimp with cocktail sauce!!!!! Yumm!!! What Warlock thought that up?!!!
Gwendoline, newt oil is a precious and special ointment. you would be truly blessed to apply this healing balm in your time of healing. It would go nicely with the peel-and-eat and a nice glass of sancerre! I think this weekend will prove safe. Let us meditate on this hopeful possibility. Stay away meanies!
Newts heal good many. Simple rubs give much sun and luck. Oma make many rubs with newt and bokchoy press careful on soft part. No trauma. No dervish. No opponent. Many hopeful, Butler Fairy, much sun.
MM: you must beware of the shrimp...as they are the cockroaches of the sea. They store up the poo and detritus of all that inhabit the lower depths and the like.
This is turning into a strangest day. THe pop ups are making me grimace. I love peel and eat shrimp and even eat their "vein" from time to time. I am wary but hungry, see?
Is it not Leonardo's Birthday or something; the birth of reason; a grand conscious movement towards rationality and progress; the dispelling of mysticism and trembling?
don't fear my poo vein! think of it like mining. I am full of gold nuggets. i will make you rich. I am not a cockroach. I am a valuable member of the sea. When the time is right I offer myself up for those in need of richness, gastronomically and monetarily.
Stacey we do not care about your pointless escapades with justin or whoever. Please be more silent or help us to understand you better. Watch out for face wounds, you too are in danger today.
Stacey, I would be wary of the signs of warning. I am headed towards your inner ear to wreck your brain with crystalline drips and malformations of the glands. Please cover your ears if you want your brain to survive. I am intent on getting to you.
These words are no trap, sir. I would cover your ears too, if you want to save your brain for later and prevent the mush that the cerebral cortex is sure to evolve into once I've entered your molecules with malintent.
Thank you Modernista. Hey JT, I would like to proposition you. Against my better judgment, I have a deep krush on you. I would like to engage in "fun in the sun" with you this weekend, if you do not mind. I will not consider either one of us gay. Nor will I consider us paraplegic if we happen to lose feeling in our legs from mutual ecstasy.
The spice floweth at the pier - 8th avenue and 14th street. If you can outwit the benegesserit the makers will sheperd Justin T. and MM to a secluded spice burst. There they can numb their limbs in the estatic movements of the navigator's mental projections.
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Tread lightly, MM. You should be more careful. I see face wounds in store for you today, if you do not watch yourself.
My butler recommends a strong cafe in the face of such warning signs. You must also carry a small sugar arsenal and, of course, your wineskin. Please be careful today. Mentally capture your discourse opponents offguards with off-color nonsequitors and make a break for it if necessary. This has worked for me in the past. I miss you MM!
I miss you too Fairy B!!! I hope your travails are going nicely. I will heed your advice.
I have had my share of traumatic discourse dervish frenzy this week but all is ok. Today I pray for no phone calls from wizards. No emails. I need to return to a cave-dwelling state where I can consume peel-and-eat shrimp with lemon sorbet. I may have to settle for the inebriation celebration alignment of disparate entities contained within the processes of conscious consumption and philosophy. Those philosphies would include pirates, toad, and the wisdom of daffodils.
I may also require the consumption of pullets and red babies. They are on sale in my neighborhood - ready as pets or dinner, your choice! Can I interest you in a chuka, MM? They are good for the golgi.
Fairy Butler, how I have missed your sweet song. Fearfully, I hid in the deepest stump in the forest whilst the Meanies bantered their banter, skulked and crossed. It was too much for the Sprites, who fled to the Dark Pond to seance. As I wake today, I feel a great lifting of awareness and possibly the newts will share their redemtive oils so we can mix the tonics of love.
I love shrimp with cocktail sauce!!!!! Yumm!!!
What Warlock thought that up?!!!
Gwendoline, newt oil is a precious and special ointment. you would be truly blessed to apply this healing balm in your time of healing. It would go nicely with the peel-and-eat and a nice glass of sancerre! I think this weekend will prove safe. Let us meditate on this hopeful possibility. Stay away meanies!
Newts heal good many. Simple rubs give much sun and luck. Oma make many rubs with newt and bokchoy press careful on soft part. No trauma. No dervish. No opponent.
Many hopeful, Butler Fairy, much sun.
MM: you must beware of the shrimp...as they are the cockroaches of the sea. They store up the poo and detritus of all that inhabit the lower depths and the like.
And they call it the "Vein"
The "vein of poo" can kill you; shrimp are death bugs.
This is turning into a strangest day. THe pop ups are making me grimace. I love peel and eat shrimp and even eat their "vein" from time to time. I am wary but hungry, see?
Meanies are a boon to us all.
I like the way it is today, of the wind.
I am receiving 2 for 1 offers over and over. Special offers!! Holiday Offers!!
Dint fear da bumps. The lil' sea monkeys feed us all. Tanks da shit dint stank.
Thank you times mega Cyrus. This is a warning worth heeding as well.
Is it not Leonardo's Birthday or something; the birth of reason; a grand conscious movement towards rationality and progress; the dispelling of mysticism and trembling?
Pinkie, do you not appreciate mysticism and trembling? I think you do.
I appreciate the trembling, but in the service of the truth; mysticism is a guise ruse for the unexplained.
don't fear my poo vein! think of it like mining. I am full of gold nuggets. i will make you rich. I am not a cockroach. I am a valuable member of the sea. When the time is right I offer myself up for those in need of richness, gastronomically and monetarily.
Wonderment?
Shrimpy, you are small in a bad way.
Mountain Man: The shrimp are quite beautiful and very modern
I think shrimpy seems cute. Wonderment is something you know about GAS. You are wondrous if a little stinky at times, yes?
Like, Justin was no shrimp...lemme tell ya!
I love shrimp cocktail, no one will ever make me not love it. Delight-making.
Stacey we do not care about your pointless escapades with justin or whoever. Please be more silent or help us to understand you better. Watch out for face wounds, you too are in danger today.
Pink Eye is misunderknowing. Mysticism is not what you think, it is from the twinkles.
These practices are all occult.
Modernista is a nice new gal. Hi!
I am PD's sista, if anyone cares.
Like, fer sure you are all losers who never get laid!
Pd's sista, or PDiddy's sista?
Stacey, I would be wary of the signs of warning. I am headed towards your inner ear to wreck your brain with crystalline drips and malformations of the glands. Please cover your ears if you want your brain to survive. I am intent on getting to you.
I am hearing all of these words with a grain of suspicion. Who are you? Do you work for the CIA? Is this a trap?
These words are no trap, sir. I would cover your ears too, if you want to save your brain for later and prevent the mush that the cerebral cortex is sure to evolve into once I've entered your molecules with malintent.
I hope your blog stays safe from intruders today. Those were the worst yesterday.
Stacey's brain is total mush...but her backyard isn't.
I will make sure the blog is protected. I consider it an honor.
Thank you Modernista. Hey JT, I would like to proposition you. Against my better judgment, I have a deep krush on you. I would like to engage in "fun in the sun" with you this weekend, if you do not mind. I will not consider either one of us gay. Nor will I consider us paraplegic if we happen to lose feeling in our legs from mutual ecstasy.
Think about it.
Love,
MM
JT is very fashionable.
The spice floweth at the pier - 8th avenue and 14th street. If you can outwit the benegesserit the makers will sheperd Justin T. and MM to a secluded spice burst. There they can numb their limbs in the estatic movements of the navigator's mental projections.
Where is Chani, my concubine. The spice power is conjuring the sandworm. Take out your thumpers. The sleeper has awakened.
The navigator is bleating his slime all over the floor. The flood approaches.
I WILL kill you.
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