hmmm

when did I pop up to 101?  I must have done it with out thinking.  posted with out realizing. at some point I will have to reinvent all the things that I have in order to find my sox.  Is that an accurate statement? I have no idea.  I am just trying to illustrate a point and that being that I don't care what you say about my cat, I'm still going to make it to the moon.  and I'll look out for you there if only you would stop using contractions. Don't do it any more! Cancer comes from the compacting of ideas on one sided napkins.  And you thought when you woke up that you would be able to read your news paper with out the help from a passing thought car, HA!  I weep at your funny joke because it cuts at the heart of what I am trying to get you to run from.  Is this the time to punch up those colors I wanted you to see?  Is this to condensed with just you and me?  I mentioned the boy down the street...I mean the cat and you must not forget the link I posted about how my president is not your president and why the present dent in our state is due to both mine and your flesh.  They have no run on this play.  We strut and fret with great significants, and it means every thing that you see this with the space between.  I'm sorry for the over whelming push.  I'm sorry I took my time.  I'm sorry I took your time.  Prayerfully we'll get past this with all time to spare.  It is funny how many questions don't even get spoken.  Funny in a way that makes my insides rot from over exposure to the gravity of all black holes times the number of grains of sand times the number of stars in the sky times the poor quality of this chair I'm in.  Over doing it a little? Maybe but it gets a point across, that being that I'll have to teach this thing the write way to slur spell beying so it won't run me off track so much.  When was the date of that  talk?  I won't be here for it.  I've planted seeds and give the fruit to those that are not yet eating solid food.  It is the way of this world to build.  Don't forget that before a season of building, there is a season of breaking down.  What can come?  What sweet russian lullabies. Running the risk under cover of night to states and street a far off and light with beams of cedar reigning on torrential.  It's been killed as of that.  There is now now way that we can see how this web was.  Only a sticky ball left at center of oopsy daisy...please for time, the unplug of sound cables.  (But keep playing Mr. Wingall.  we love your music and it won't be the same without you)