I really thought we’d cleared this up the other nite.  There is no upset.  I get it that my posts are too often not clear and concise, …heard it before on this board.  No sweat.  If it’s meandering & metaphorical, rhymed and whimsical with painted phrases…it’s just too far off in left field to dig, even if there’s a modicum of poignant therein…unless, of-course, there’s music to go along with it…and several weeks of listening to it…so’s all the syntax and style switchbacks and amorphous references can begin to postulate & solidify.  Please don’t feel as if I’m putting the squeeze on your personal space, GM; I only ask for a little levity (a space to scribble my nonsense), & you, one of the regular guys, …you got all the space you need although…the GOP will surely encroach on what you have left…soon (…while in or out of the main branches of legislature in the years to come.)

Look, …right over there, Green Mountain:  doves….   Do you see ‘em?  I do.  Blessed.

The air smells of peace & tranquility, …serenity even.  :o)  Brotherhood/Sisterhood, yeah…dig the sistas.  They smell so good don’t they…& ‘specially in l’il Halloween costumes, all smiley faced and gigglin’, sporty & full o’ piss & vinegar…bringing the Killian’s at the Steak & Lube.  Oh, man…were girls that pretty when I was young?

I love ya  man.  I love everyone.  It’s like natural-spring-flowin’ X ‘round here.

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We don’t have to vote anymore, think anymore, anything anymore, …the preeminent bloodline has it all planned out for us, …all we have to do is go … with … the … flow.

Eassssssssssssssssssssyyyyy daze and all the pretty flowers … & the little birdies in the birdbath.  God’s hands, baby…& God won’t let ‘em steer us down the path to the meat grinders, no how.  Not ‘less we got it comin’:  Then the fit ‘ll hit the shan, right?  Yup!

‘Specially if we can’t speak or read the more fitting languages the King James’ Bible is written in …& can’t find a nobleman to read it for us.  Fck, that’d really suck.  That would make us heathens…and in need of a bath & some hard shoes.  Oh, sht!  If only the King would’ve seen fit to translate into heathen tongue (the tongue of the long-haired caretakers to the earth & matriarchy); …but alas heathens don’t have proper tax-payin’ tender…so best they keep turnin’ round & round the threshing mill …so’s the proper folk can eat & pray. 

Let’s turn to our hymnals:  …page yada-yada

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Whoops, that took a tangent….  What I meant to say was:

I really thought we’d cleared this up the other nite.  It’s cool Green.  I feel the love….& so wish I could be clear as crystal and vanquish every sense of creative metaphor & simile for sake of plain thought, scripture & the seasonal vitriol, apt political commentary & film/music critique & verisimilitudes.

Damn those teachers for asking more & more, I suppose all the colors have destroyed my mind.

…whoops….dawgonnit, what I meant to say was:

It’s cool Green.  For any confusion I may have caused you, allow me credence…for I am weak of spirit & know not my way.  It’s these…godforsaken moccasins. 

Sheez, …tangent again.  Oh well.

Peace/Good Energies

P.S.  Really.  There’s no being upset with you, GM, only hope & elbow room.  All ‘at schtuff above is jus silly.  It’s how some twisty-worded rhymesmiths with tudes, like me for instance, get their kicks iz all.  We’re all God’s kiddies.  Even us grownups.  Even if creation is random, …even if the Great Spirit speaks a million languages and doesn’t use bindings and has a certain disdain for walls & barbed-wire fences & rulers & pay beaches & hard sole shoes.

:o)o: mb