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This is my triumphant return to the lifestyle I've always furthered and forwarded in my heart, at least, so let's blast off. The first half of my life has been incredible and the second segment will include more splendors than any Ottoman Sultan could ever have wished for in his golden repose. Anyway, fasten your laughter belt cuz you're on a collision course with wackiness.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Brrr Daurus!!

This February has turned to a mostly blue month but my system fights the disease and I am far from the depths that held me all the weak. Seven days without prayer makes one weak, they say. Great, now more of those religious ads are going to turn up. Oh well, Hail Satan. Take that. I am reminded of Anchorage and the night seems to last for a solid week. No matter how much sun comes it still feels like clouds hang everywhere, indoor and out. Satan indeed. The springtime shall be all the sweeter. The kiss of the west will find my cheek once more.

Even the Doomsday Machine was fallible so I wait and wait. One day the world will again spin me on to the secret square and I'll grab on with every appendage.

Focus is a different animal from clarity.

No men are created equal.

I need to buy that baby.

Where does God want me, anyway?

I look up and it's eleven after three.

Husbands and Wives make me dizzy.

Judy Davis is beautiful and Quested.

The best serums are untested.

My feeble interests are vested.

The Braves are hungry and rested.

Rest when my foes are bested.


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