~~ a recipe for gettin’ some Zs ~~

U of Sham,

...G’morning. 

How’s the sale?

The family, the Daddies,

the inspired grandsons and granddaughters, the mamas ahh the spring?  Cut to the chase human race.   Back then when we began to “speculate” on the stockpiles, the market, the notable threads, the time together, the bravery of being on the same page, if on it, and not on the same page when not, for sake of the lot of us who kindle said flame bade human. Bought and sold some rhymes for profits that have gone into being more than when they told me to let them add two bonus tracks & recirculate again with a tattoo for…doh, …oh yo-ho…and the cards dealt too often come down to beckoning on a single octave der-der  ~~ toilet paper roll.  So, needless to say, I thought well (in near every case)…and bowled poorly ~~ not very poorly. Usually, if I dig the song, if I can run across the chords to act as a simple roadmap, I can figure out the notes and all ~~ I just get dyslexic or something on the key and stuff. They might call me Dwight, the Doofus Handsitter, in some parallel universe where smarter beings kick back and yuck-it-up at our fool expense. Well, yeah, I know I’ve been of service too; & that to a professional degree, … you know between you and me.  Well, now I’m back in the rig to take another swig o that lovin u bring to me big time for a long time now:  For that every uberthanx, B ~~ every back-atcha 2,  … squared times 2.  So that hankering rack o bosses, over say a 4-year period (I’m not greedy. O yes you are, n so’s your music, took only 8 years to crush your hope, sis; crushed it bad and called it good enough for Govm’t.  … Perhaps maybe dey be ‘ginin’ to go well into the black with dey own investments (not our shit 401Ks but all that “right” stuff there @

they well-spun fingertips.  Expected it to be ~~ well not ideally, but who’s countin’ on “ideally” these days? ~~ a little bit better in 2008  …We’re still a little undone about the hows and whys if all of it beginnin’ to pan out.   Bobby barker cried, “fees/costs!”  Fisher smiled, “Wiser later on….” Who, with ROTH 401 … &/or IRA thoughts down the line?  What’s your take on it?) reneged.  …Anyhow, looking at ideas for nickel and dime-ing my old Chevy back to ground level sound, and…nothin rubs me the wrong way anyhow anymore…& I like it, sis, here forwards & leftwards… just like that two years back then a decade ago now.  Reading “Currency Trading for Dummies” & I guess I’m just a little bit dumber then the dummies the author was speaking to.  D’Dummy …because it looks like a high-high risk platform from which to hurl mere inspiration.  Anyway, I’m writing to ask you (out of all the rips you’ve flipped me the past few months) have I come across one that’s my darling song? Service up a platter in ‘n arousing way?  & if so, what?  I know how dispirited this sounds, …baby, …but I’m jus• trying to narrow it down to somethin earthy or mellow with a groove beat & fusin why liquid mating between base instincts won in 2008 so we can quell the GPAs wearied forborne on laughing gas gah-zi-zi-zizz by a decibel or two next year ~~ nice the black guy’s cool and the southern lady’s got the zazz, but the laugh’s on WE & it’s taxing man……  Yep.  Whata ya got goin’ on there, maestrobro?  Anything you feel particularly excited about anymoe?  Hell I know, howabout I sail through oh say 4K and you rake a couple points for your trouble and sail z-tack between 4-5 thousand leagues under the sea? Nah, just pro silliness. I’m just this side of writing a groovy story about red tail hawks, attaching some sort of spiritual miracle to their imagery, dislocating a drop-ship company in Taiwan-easy breezy who manufactures earthenware figurines o red tail hawk mates n selling em on ZBay with a hefty markup that profits mine while satisfying the buyer with a novel keepsake and the potential of spiritual reinvigoration… (O:  …Now you can see that I am truly uninspired.  But not in a pitiful…oh me…sort of way.  …We cool, B.  No, really.  You two decide to stick it out in the lake house through this poor real-estate trend or you still trying to force the issue and make tracks back to where it all began?  Anyway u go, happy trails therein.

& E barged through the door balls out, wearing only a donut, & B new she was home, ya

& the slow motion freeze frame stop action not this time done tickin’ this is finger lickin’

good lovin gets to happenin again for the third time this weekend for th love o springtime

Alright, I’m all outa rhetoric.  I promise to improve my correspondences very soon.  Just

a little overburdened by American economic trends lately.  Gota git, time’s a wastin.  Be

good.  Later days.  Good Onya.  You got the zazz, baby, when you call me baby too, B.

peaceQuakeTM