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Post=Primary Posit...[edited from Previous]

An omnibus numbre of Democrats failt to endorse Arlen

Specter as their Senator. Or so the headline stated in a

Newspaper i don't buy. Such things ever happen in yearoff

Elexions. Isn't it far past the time WE called for a Convention

of the Constitution? In the Nation AND in the KeyStone?

{i voted for a great many losers, but i voted less=the=none}

TITLE: That Recycling Bicycling Bagman [with a nice a**]

MOOD: afflicted, assailed and insulted But never indicted.

MEMORIAM: ART LINKLETTER & MARTIN GARDNER, GARY COLEMAN &

DENNIS HOPPER, LENA HORNE...and many others

PRESSURE: 110/80 pulsing 99 [after biking to machine]

The field report: All the canines i meet are well=bred,

well cared for AND always Happy to meet me. There have been

screeching Cats in the morning, caterwauling as they do.

Yet~iffen WE play jungle=music into the early dawn, they

feel rutly embarassed and move on. Birds and bunnies...

Black Bags: we have an aschtounding lack of them, a non

Plethora of devices for disguising our wonderful Garbage.

The Concierege will breeze through Amorro to correct the

situation, i am nearly sure. He might could also install

the AerConditioning that CHICAGO needs much more than I.

Thursday, June 3rd, 2o1o...we join our schtory in Progress:

Whither went MAY? i used to journalise on a much more regular

basis; now, i cannot find the Time to check my filtered email

at the Liberry! i've kinda misst Mothers' Day, Memorial Day

[the liberry was closed that Saterdé & Mondé] and even BLADE's

birfdé on account of it. {i get the creeping feeling i'm just

gonna get behinder and behinder in a rotary fashion} The lord

of the manour was good and busy all week Putting the bunkhaus

in ordre for the Season & shewing that empty Room which has

become filled. The engineer also came for me the Sun=Day afore

Memory--WE launcht at Our greek diner, walkt the Flowre Park,

Snatcht up ROCKY at the Gresser Park, took in that Persian

film [i see a movie every two years whethre i need it or none]

AND got Our collectif hot dog king fix. His white sedan is a

grand improvement over the black one, thru no fault of me that

WE drofe black beauty through multiple schtates in And-Seven.

Anon~i do not know where the TURTLE travails; he picks up and

leafs in Momentous & Momentary terms! i navigate Whence...

Of the Global & Local polytryx, i scratch my head incredibly.

There are amazing disastres on every Peninsula, in every Gulf,

on every schtretch of Earth that has been graced from on High

AND the children are forever fighting & quarreling over them!

CUT THE CRUD! it's a small delicate space=ship. Learn 2 Live.

Also--the Keystone Kops have tried to pass a very divisive

piece of radio legislation telling the Junior licensees that

they cannot fone=cell behind the wheel BUT all their Parents,

Guardians & Judges can?! What the fuggle??? Try passing a more

comprehensif ban against the manual dialing that kills. Vero.

So there i was, wind=schprinting toward the donut shoppe on

a slowly deflating rear tire, when a Platinum blonde called out

to me,"I like your A**!" Called i back from my gifted schteed,

"Thanks! i werk on it!" What kind of girl shouts out at a rider

from a fast moving car for such an Encounter? Overmore--i was

wearing my loose carpentre jeans with full pockets; why must

i endure this degrading feminist commentary? Acause it has come

full circle to me, as the wheels turn under me. Gracias.

--the tanned and muscular [mindful] slac--

joyo

Friday, May 7th, 2o1o...much lies ahead of me,

and much lies behind me. But it is a maisy day

to enjoy the sun=shine and bicycle the Walley.

TITLE: «Two wheels, schpinning efficiently»

TEMP: breesy 60s & 70s, sunny for screening & pleasant enuf

MUSIK: some annoying autotune ballad in the Neighbourhood;

it's a new release and someone is running it all=the=time

OCCUPANCY: 80%

PRESSURE: pulsing 74 with meds, 123/79 [post cycling]

FOOD: chicken soop made from CHICAGO's gift of meat

TEXT: The 21st of Avril found me in the boof composing post

cards to the west=wise contingent--my Nephew in JAPAN as well

as his parents on the Left coast. Eastertidings for them.

Thor'sday after, MIAMI had his InterWeb reconnected; he's a

real mess without it. That night i attended an art reception

at the art Skool. Friday i visited the Market and purchased a

tire tube for Rocinante [the bike]. Saterdé was busy at the

parish Yard, but TURTLE & MAISY managed to fone my office

during the evening lull. {it is ever good for the Engineer to

schpend Time at the seashore} Athen~it turned rainy and cold

for the midst of the month...Tuesday, the 27th, SCOTT repaired

my back tire AND i've been cruising solidly since.

The BETHLEMITE and i had to repair the cleaning lever on the

stove that week; the concierge had werkt it to the 'point of

Failure' but i broke it. Then he got to go back to his place.

The last day of April, the food pantry took in eleven thousand

two hundred and thirty six (11,236) pounds of Nourishment; i

was top=side feeding the boxes onto the Conveyor. That was also

the Day i rescued my scrips from the box=schtore, by bus AND by

bicycle. Tuesday last, i revisited the soop kitchen after a long

absence; the cherch was also having a funeral upstairs. That

night i trimmed my Amish beard...i still don't know what i'm

gonna do with it in the coming days. [suggestions?] Wednesday,

i rode the bike toward werk as well as back; with an early start

and in the correct Ratio, it was a grand tour. This morning, i

used Rocinante on many required errands. *Here* i sit in my

squirlbox, composing an up=catch so i can ride a half block to

the Liberry... Hey! i dang near forgot how many HolyDés and

BirfDés and Anniverses there is at the beginning of this spexial

month! It's amazing & that BOOKFACE thang ain't professin' my

progressin' [yet~it's a good thing i don't have all access to

the WEB like i once did] ~pollinated~slac~

dopy

A good shave would probly endear me to my very

own Customers on the morro; that could Happen.

{i travel fast & fervently with Companions and come

to nearly Nothing; it's my VITALISM.} *BOOTS*

Mondé, April 12th, 2o1o...and it's been so long since i even

bothered to make a good shaving! it's like i can never schteal

more than a few moments for my=own=self in the Bunkhaus.

[STONY tells me it's Healthier for me to Live in community.]

Yesterdé, it was ne'er so crasy on the Yard, BUT i did haf to

send a Customer home. He brang grass...i explained that he

couldn't leaf it with me...he off=loaded the remaindre of his

yardwaste...THEN, he shovelled the grass into the bin also.

So~i Xplained it again, handed him the Parish brochure And

sent him on his Way. {he'll hate me for awhile for being such

an hard=ass, but i've already Forgiven him his transgression}

Wèzné night was werse for anothre thing~one of the Parish

code officers brot a tarpfull of Yardwaste, i helpt him place it

in one of the full bins, AND my ishpod came loose and fell in!

This is a disastre for my little musik machine, which is after

all a GIFT from my Sister...i am Praying to Anthony that it

wasn't crusht NOR destroyed, but that it will retourn to me OR

that i will find it upon Visiting the county facility this Tuesdé.

[i can't image such a delicate object being summarily tosst out.]

Meanwhile~the rear=tire on the bicycle has lost and gained

aer a numbre of Times in the current week. i rode it flat for a

mile afore filling it Wednesday night on the commute. These are

complex matters for a simpleton--grading up the bike, Visiting

and paying the Doctor, chasing miscreants off my sweet Werk,

forbearing the bunkhaus dramas as they happen, AND holding my

Sanity in Perfect harmony. Perhaps.

Thank goodness i haf a genie looking after me from A-far.

raif

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.

kerb

Happy Joy Joy to my eldest Nephew. [3-19]

And a Happy Joy Joy to Cat as well, [3-20]

on *this* new spring day. [3-20] I sometimes

forget that her special [day] folloes the

othre one, diurnally & often Vernally.

Fryday, March 19th, 2o1o...my mood is bright

and breexy, like the weathre. Oy, bonito! The

yard was greatly attended Odin'sdé, with many

regulars asking after my bicycle. It was again

today that i took her for a little schpin; i have

acquired a lighting system for her. That is, it'll take

me a coupla weeks to change my shape from

walking to wheeling. Last Saterdé was definitely

not the one for riding--too wet and too windy,

almost tornadic. SunDay was wet as well, and

even more=so for the baby who was Baptised

in the cherch where i catch the W bus. [i am

thus an extended godfathre of a boychild whose

last name is IRELAND?!] Oh! MIAMI is the great

provider of eggs for the haus, having an amigo

who owns or werx a farm; MIAMI [mi amigo?]

also gave me a portion of chicken soop which

came likewhere. {it is difficult for me to imagine

one of the hens which has given us so many

good brown eggs also being killed and cut into

the fresh soop} But~all this talk of eggs and chyx

is taking attention away from that coming fertile

bunny. Life! it schprings forth in Good Time...

JERSEY kinda misst the time=change even

though i had told him of it Afore he reclined that

night in his own rack. Perhaps, my people were

dismayed by the haercut Señor LOPEZ gave me

last Fridé; it is too short & will take long to grow

back out again. {am i less of one [1] person

residing in a squirlbox for the census on account

of having lost my dusky lox?} Pastor Stone thot for

a mere moment that i had joined the Corps?!

[Of which he was a member while my elder bro

served in many of the same places. *hmm*]

Of what's to happen to my iconic & schkraggly

beard during these High & Holydés--i shall permit

the word & spirit to move that blade and hand.

~bracketed~slacketed~non-brisketed~slac

axes

Fambly Mystery Solved! There are No extra spurious A's in the

natural name, Catherine. She was born & baptised just as you

see it, regardless of the DIOCESAN cherch title. 2.21.06

Tuesday, February 20, 2007...It was me driving through that

blinding snow=squall between Frederick and Alexandria. On

SUNDAY, we travelled South again, this time to visit Kay...

Mondé, February 23rd, +9...The sun did come Out on Saterdé,

as did some regular cuddies. And tho' as cold as was, i pasted my

Xposed face with screen=sun. ...This Year, like millions, i am

renouncing Poverty for LENT. It is a schteep climb.

Sunday, February 21st, 2o1o...the Great Girls were here for

nearly the whole week=end; they brang their entourage of mild

men. [BabaLoo, Harry & the Engineer] Obstensibly to Visit me

in my natural surroundings AND to reconnoitre the storage box.

{it^ is a very DENSE thing to keep so long after estatement...yet

me and the Turtle don't mind tending it a little Forward once}

Dinner! Breakfast! Dinner & Breakfast again! WE measure our

Progress by the fullness of our guts.

Friday, February 26th, 2o1o...it was anothre schnay=schtorm to

remind us that Wintre ain't over. But she wasn't as bad as the

last one. Less=the=Never, she caused my taxes to go behind

yet anothre session. {At least they^ are free to do in one of the

cherch basements} From the late rising, i acquired tarjetas for

MIAMI...bot my money ordre for the Concierge...and coppt that

Xtra Especial laundry detergent for the bunk=haus warsher.

Thursday, March Forth, 2o-1o...Jumping way ahead, by way of

Jumping just back: On Saterdé, the 27th, my first Customer on

the Yard was none othre than TOM who hauls the food pantry

pallets with his truck & trailer. {i recognised him afore he placed

me} There was also anothre truck & trailer of yard waste later.

{things are 'picking up'} Sun=Day, i attended the final mass of

a certain LUTHERAN cherch which traces its history in the Town

to 1917. Alpha & Omega~my first visit happened on their closing

day...the wine was white. They had coffee and cake with their

bittresweet Nostalgia, afterwise. Monday, i finalised my taxes

with LYNNE & BOB in the Moravian cellar--it schtrikes me holy

how many Good things happen in the off=rooms of cherches!

The main accomplish of Tuesday was a mopping of the upper

floor...yesterdé, the bus was crowded with familiars, altho the

drifer was Again different. OH! Schpeaking of public transport:

a very nice girl chatted me up last Saterdé After WE got off at the

shopping centre. [she werx at the big store & also goes to that

college on the W route] Whatever don't happen for Good in holy

cellars, will surely occur as one gets on and off municiple Vehicles!

~believing=the=great=believe, slac~

lure

The Colonel is another Year older, and ignores his shadow

on such a day. I haven't seen mine today either and it wasn't

for the lack of looking. There will be six (6) weeks of Wintre

remaining, regardless of the actions of so many small brown

furry rodentiæ. ^reposited of o2o2o5^ [or ROBOTS]

Saturday, February Second, and8...my superbol ballfoot

Prognostication is thus: the Game will be won by a team

whose name ends in ~ts. Bet the farm.

Tuesday, February Second, twenty-ten...the Lunch today was

hot dogs, potato salad and baked beans. i had my favourite

bluepie for dessert. i took away a sliced loaf of Pumpernickel.

{many people, afflicted AND unafflicted, don't fancy the dark

breads but i do; i do have a thing against baked beans but

will consume them in the Spirit of Receivership} Last night,

JERSEY put too much berd into his rotary oven and set off

the building alarm. "This is freakin' bool=sheet!", he railed.

Yet~WE should watch our cooking more closely now that two

(2) women live among us. And^ othre machines in Our orbit.

The concierge completed a grand werk o'er the week=end:

installing an high efficiency Warsher on the sun=room AND

finishing the ceiling of the showery AND waxing the first floor

linoleum® AND cleaning out His basement. [he speckt me on

the use of the Warsher by paying for a load And proddled me

to teach the othres how to use it well] It was a long walk to

meet with the MORAVIANS for the Peace and Justice service,

but they All love me much when i am abiding with Them.

Saterdé was bittre [cold] on the Yard, but sister KAY warmd

me with her fonecall about going to FLORIDA! She's folloing

the Mack Rule while MAISY & BABALOO are not [Ireland? In

February?]. i apologise every Year for missing BABALOO's

birthiversary, which falls between certain Memorials and the

Happy Happy Joy Joy of the COLONEL on grundsau Day.

{i don't xpect LOO faults us Forgetting His elderlyness}

Amorro, i will guard the Yard, awaiting waning Wintre and

schweeping away an inch of Schnay; Thor'sDé, i'll pay back

the METHODISTS the repasts which i had from LUTHERANS.

It's all the same boat of fisheringfolk henceforth...

~semiHibernal slac~