If you mention carbon copies you might be out of touch...

Coming in short: to drop in and stop by for a little chat is quite
all I shall promise; though it happens from time to time,for a
number of reasons this opportunity usually dissolves before the
mission becomes engaged...

Sunday,the 4th of July,at 12:56pm...

Progressive thinking,based on the averages...

Let me
tell you
a little
about the township...

Three times through a dry
cattail slough 
on the Eighty outeast...

 

Key battle ground states: red versus blue,getting closer to the everloving front&center...

Lazy about this tribute rigamoroll ,I haven't been holding any convictions of note recently; in the twothousand era the crisis has twisted us into crooked roads...har du set paa maken?

Business ties and the types of knots...indirect and at the lowest degree as of fifteen years into the
twothousand century.

Bloggosphere? blogosphere? autograph alley? 
Go up south to buy drugs? Maybe living to our south increases this deconstructive possibility...

Reports of an uptick of violence in the suburbs of  the TwinCities...

Newly modified grammar through braindrain ethos per every sentence...Oncoming foreign influences will be noted,and worked into place,wherever possible...

Snow could be seen falling from the sky this morning,out the window,upstairs in the kabinsker loft.
Later a close inspection of yellowing leaves,small round ones,
caught or netted by a balsampine branch, in the needlework...

Noticed that the ride uphere included what is none other than men's talk...

No insect life perceivable in the woods...

The mosses,with their variant greens connect with the eyes...

We see no ruffed grouse...

Sky over us is whitewash into gray...(Brown&some blue hue of the bird slipping away...

Then snow,lightly falling to the ground moisture-sodden. I've brought
along no books with me on this outing. Therefore I'll probably or possibly
write more,which is about as plain&simple as it gets in logic.

Lets have a hand at configuring...

We set up the stove in the cabin---tonight we're having Chile con carne,
which Joel has brought over from his folks...I should add he brings us milk from the dairy,and crackers too.

One tiny,colorful bird hopping around in the boughs of a tree,a pretty large tree at that...
    October the 12th,wednesday 1983.

A swindle might be a clearer term for the entire
enterprise,for the discovery of spoiled produce
has revealed the waste of energy,of precious time,as the
innocent reader plugs away,or plods along...

Of course it comes down to my activity during these summer months...

The screen: our routine for reading the altered interpretation, of
this singular visual,the 1st pictorial demonstration of nowadays...As the
daylight continues to radiate; a doubtful intelligence reports this as an
illumination...

Marginalia:
 The lowest level in speed? Why not ask
if the point eventually means anything
like going into gear?

 On Public TV we're used to viewing scientific
programs,nature shows and the like,informative
reports on and about the WildKingdom...Part 
of the plan,educational in scope,is to promote
the continuing vitality of Eco-system: save or
salvage it for the next few centuries...

 Speaking for myself,memory can be a ticklish
operation,also it can work instrumentally for
finding a balance...

 A person expecting romance from a beautiful
poem just isn't being realistic,and if I can take
a chance to point out,isn't being practical...

 What exactly is this odd stuff about?

 The dog really is taking its time,
investigating by nose patrol,
all the sidewalk area
infront of our Shoppe...

Let me tell
you a little
about
the township...

Numbers,
X number
of farmers
with long
memories...

She questions me
about my coeval,
but the individual
under discussion
cannot possibly be
my coeval...

The work
involves time,
outlined time...

The 2008
general election
flipside thinking...

Launching 
those strong
campaign ads...

No doubt,
the 3rd time
through
is the best...

Question this a number of times or set aside...before typing!

but,only for 2 hours,by a socialnews article,on skidrow shithouses,
which is a code of course in this wilderness...

The daily Patchouli spot,it smells so good...

All in all the week goes by,without abnormal vibes or scads of
frustration...(Smoking my Virginia slices and reading) And definitely
staying away from any outrageous display,or outburst...Nevertheless
I feel a trifle goofed up...

Something itemized as a nonsensical statement goes into a notebook,under the heading or rubric of thrills in the far reaches of this cul de sac...(Applying a technic).

I'm dealing with bouts of sleepiness as usual. Without a jolly lot of anything to do about this fringe of living...

After using "pure" forevermore I've determined to rethink my every occasion on which the subject,of purity and perfection depends...oh
boy oh boy.

A socalled blog which will include rewritten material,the period covers 1969-2015...(when dates are possible to verify I shall include notice of them.)