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04-12-2010, 09:58 AM
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I thertainly..I mean certainly do knowetht...I mean knowest.
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget 
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04-12-2010, 10:19 AM
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SSSSO true!! Rippled...layered,rivers of blood streaming on top....and NO var........... oh gosh----sorry.Did not mean it. =:>
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04-12-2010, 10:28 AM
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Well there I go again.
Somehow I always manage to make people angry at me. I guess it's a gift. Stay with me. In an hour or two I want to impart a great sports experience my imaginary friend had. It's really good..really,really.
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04-12-2010, 10:17 AM
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Houston never was a secret...was fairly obvious.
Nothing is a secret anymore. And so.....The imaginary tale fades and makes way to what is real. Another human joins the 98% club,pushing it toward 99. A birdie plants its unhatched in anothers nest....so when it does, it may eat its neighbor. It's a wonderful life.
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04-13-2010, 01:16 PM
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What happened to the cape? And would you like to be buried in that?
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04-13-2010, 02:15 PM
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Granny..UPS!!......I mean ,Franny--- --oh I give up.
I'm not ready to be buried quite yet,althought there isn't much left. Am waiting for a miracle. Yes,that's what I said...a miracle. Have pretty much had it with people.People are yeech teweeey's!! A few aren't,but a very few.Hey---the weirdness continues.I hadn't mentioned this,but in the middle of all those "can't be coincidences",I stopped in the local dollar store. Oh it's an extravagance for me,but every now and then ...it's good for the soul.They have this beef stew.When you remove it from the nuclear ractor it looks like an oil spill.And something called Mother Shearers ruffley chippy dippy. But before I got to the "food" section I noticed a book sale. Hard covers for a dollar.I rifled through them and found one that sounded half good.Titled A Haunting In Cambria. More shock. Should have never done it. It's starting again. But I still can't bring it all to a boil. Really is bugging me to no end. The country's most haunted house is in New Orlens,no?Some day I have to go there. I won't go alone.Will you go with me? Staying the night would be thimply thmashing!! But I know you are spoken for and I only meant it as such fun scaries.....just the day tour would be good enough.Maybe one of your wuffies would take the night shift with me.I really do want to do this thing. Gosh...am rambling. Sorry. Kiss-Kiss....Hug-Hug.
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04-14-2010, 11:42 AM
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Finished The Haunting In Cambria.
Awful book. The thrust of it really was abysmal...outrageous,in fact. "Out there" is putting it lightly.I never once felt frightened..at all. Some of the character interplay was pretty good,but that's about it.Only I could draw anything from it, and boy did I. The coincidences,order of them,what they try to spell out.. is beyond comprehension. But it's there. They all make statements and hint at things to come. The later is still indecipherable. But it all draws nearer...everything does. The Big Thing,too. What if it all materializes on May 1? What if it's an Entitlement,IceBox exactanator? What if it really is hip to be square????
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