There's a lot more to write on a cold day...but i gotta
get this crud to the Library and post it vaguely, badly.
Oh! MIAMI's girlfriend is cooking for the haus and
warshing the bulk of the dishex; i'm not gonna be the
one to send her Away. ~likeable*bikeable slac~
Tuesday, March 30th, 2o1o...as usual, i schpeak too soon.
MIAMI sent his girl=friend away yesterdé as i was at werk.
He said something to the effect that 'she wasn't the Person
she made herself out to be.' i consoled him,"i'm not the person
i pretend to be either." Friday, April Second, 2o1o...and no
sooner had He sent her away than he was wiring money to
anothre girlfriend! {i should haf such problems, and such cash}
Wèzné, after learning that MIAMI needs to cut out all his
refined [white] foods, i bicycled toward the bus=stop afront
of the Ukey cherch, where i met my community college friend,
JOHN. He told me the sad schtory of How he was robbed of his
wallet & celfone at knife=point the night before. i did not tell
him that i, myself, haf become very Aware of situations posing
Endangerment since i was assaulted in that very cherch park
lot in 1993 (Nineteen-hundred and ninety-three). Crime and
evil are evrepresent in the modern werld. Once werking, i would
make a list of my customers...MATT the publik werker, BOB &
his wife [they gave me the bicycle], ALICE, DALE & MORTY [he
werkt with my Pop & is Episcopal]...DON who loves aerplanes,
KEVIN who met the engineer, LINDA who signs my pay=stubs,
Italian FRANK and DENNIS, the Jeep drifer. All them i serve.
Thor'sdé, i saw the BETHLEMITE roomy off on his bicycle and it
made me late for the morning office. {it's not good for a man
to sing alone in Jah's temple} Later, at the METHODISTRY, We
set a record for Food collection...Pastor JAMES called it six tons
(1200 pounds) and even with the conveyor belt, We all felt it!
Also~by anothre pastoral miracle, loaves came by car. The cherch
basement was fuller than my Dumpsters® by almost. It was truly
a perfect schpring dé to do such a thing. A good mandatus...
i finisht the guest=soop while palavering with CHICAGO.
Aday was bike=riding day in the wonderfull sunshine; the market
was ubercrowded [i go for the free samples]. TERRY gave me the
yester-papre & i wisht wholesome holydés to Irish JANE and MARK
of the Café on Eighteenth Avenue. This was after i schpent the morn
in the Liberry & afore i checkt the food stamp damage for a stalk
of Celery. {one can get around quite nicely on a Huffy® bicycle}
Amorro should be a bear at werk, tho i am to=it=up AND the Rising
Day shall be enjoyed with CAT and her kindren. SABAOTH~i must
amembre to schprinkle lamb's=blood on the doorway of the bunker
afore the long sun sets...Wouldn't want the DeathAngel taking any
of me nor Mine. There will be more pedaling as well. ~wheeltslac~
NB: i also caught up with ED & JEFF of the mansion Neighbory...
They know i am doing well to ride into Them on two (2) circles.
