Pungsnotded

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Strawberry Bunny

Turtle at the Zoo

Warren Zevon.

The End.

The Only End. My Friend.

After being sick for 6 days, my fever lifted and I got some comfort. French fries, beer, and Jason Webley, a little heaven right here on Earth.

I would seriously like ONE night, just ONE night without having to see a BALDWIN on television.

Especially this one! If this man ever showed up at MY house to give me an intervention, there would be some heck to pay.

I would throw a Jason Webley cd at his big dumb head.

Sorry, Jason Webley.

I was thinking in sepia tones.

A few others were thrown in like spice.

I deliberated clothes for the longest time.

What did they mean, are were they neccesary?

How much cover up was really neccesary to not be lude?

I looked in the eyes of a WWII Nazi soldier and I wondered.

He stared back so blank.

I walked through this brown flood water and became covered then uncovered.

I saw this stack of books. All Sepia tones. All works of Noel Coward.

I knew I would have to read them all. And I sighed.

And when I did awake, I knew I would have to read them all and I sighed.

Here we go again.

I don’t even really like Noel Coward. Yet.

AND UNRELATED:

Here is some newness:

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I love it when my Grandma says, “davenport”. When I was little, I wanted to grow up and have a DAVENPORT. Not a couch or a sofa, a DAVENPORT. My Grandma is just cool like that. I like it when people say, satchel for bag. But it has to come out natural, you can’t force the satchel. And I love it when females call me Dude. Something about the little sigh that comes before, dude,  is one of the most precious sounds to hear from a female mouth. Again, it has to come out natural, dude.

One of my all time favorite phrases, is “run around.” You know, she used to “run around” with so and so. Oh, how I love that. I haven’t “run around” with anyone for years. “Run around” could be a boy/girl situation, it could be an all girl slumber party situation, it could be a puking up rum and coca-cola in the middle of the cornfields, situation. To “run around” is to have friends and to have SOMETHING to do with them.  I haven’t “run around” in years. I need some “run around” friends. Anyone feel like “running around”? We could totally toilet paper the Balwin’s house and then score some Mad Dog and stay up watching Headbanger’s Ball, dude.

Bailey my jaunty little traveling bunny head!