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For some weeks I have been troubled or bamboozled by the sort of/kind of phenomenon.
More likely we ought to refer to it as the sorta/kinda lore...I shall try to
give this issue a just consideration,though I hope to do so indirectly,so
that it may not interfere with the progression of this blog.

first drafts

The innovations,the harmful sort...
Cloudy souls
some pristine landscapes but how can this be?
Reinforcements
Charge into the ranks
brings back/brings around/brings out or up.
A revitalized township
At first you see a muddy field
Across the road the field is under water...
In these times of economic downturns you might
try experimenting with bolder expression...
But you can't snap your fingers and expect miracles...
I am called up for another tour of duty,okay?
Like all the other places set aside,for mixing and further diplomacy...
I cannot believe my ears/Well you can believe 'em
Estimations The value of such
The guy had a favorite usage: it was "and such"...
A canadian dude...
Attractions whatever else
Bedeviled,upon thinking over the acquirements.
Some simply turn up out of nowhere...
This slower pace I cannot improve it,by now it is the
natural pace and has little to do with speed...
Not a whit of excitement except for my reading novels.

A test of credit...

Adding up costs and/or expenditures after the ridicule begins...
Where the country side becomes just another part of the ego,
that screwy monstrosity whose origins we read about in the
seventies,during the the time of shifting sands in our personality.

The monologue has never left the centerstage (I'll be switched,
although I can't remember being switched) Only of course I'd
sure like to go beyond the solo phase,for it's a downright raggedy
phase and useless one besides...

Wierd innards of babyboomer generation. Say all that I can,the
generation is coming on to retirement. The youngest of the boomers
are what age now? (By the way) (0n the way) I'd put the age at 53,though
I understand this is the sort of determination others will object to and
contest.

I had been at this business of lollygagging for over 2 years. I feel awkward
about this and still I realize all my straining one way or another won't affect
anything beyond the edges of Teewauken...

I ask myself why throw curves by way of northamerican words. The words
which we latecomers have found use for in daily intercourse. Strange,just now
I feel a tad embarrassed about this observation...Maybe the time has come for
me to cut short this quackgrass...

Life studies

The highschool graduate plans to study business administration
at the university...
You do notice a few stray but memorable conventions while going
through the motions...
Young people with upbeat expectations...
Getting material from somewhere,a puzzle so far.
Everything must go through changes,a well worn but trusty
admonition...
Of course picking your pieces carefully,using an expert's
guile...
A keen dosage don't you see?

Suffering,(impressions from the wouldn't you like to know generation...
Headed out into the summer holidays
Dust-bin history,and isn't it true that behind almost every house and home...
Cutting instead of adding
Dejour habits or habitat
Yes,we called it a penny arcade (although by our time nothing could be had for
a penny,unless it was one of those get your weight and fortune scales,usually to
found right at the entrance,or just inside...
Doing a better and funkier job...Blind spots must be regarded (at the same instant)
Daily correspondence. We need to smarten up about this responsibility...
Or deal,a business deal.
Lambasting along!)
Into proverbial mass media.

A report

An individual...
Anyway the 73 year old man
explains to me that his back
wore out after an hour of work.
Would hurt. Thus the aging process.
A stroke had had its consequences too.

No repeating any of this recent headlong
current talltale spinning from an era already
dated before our own time.
But still it was a spread out time if anything at all,
with some creeping vines going back into the 19th
century. Lived in,strong enough to last into my
own childhood,on the edges...

not a moment too soon

Tea: in the book this means pot,they were smoking it;
the weed,or hooch,the herb (blahblah)Some such safety material.
Which recalls a time 20 years ago,on a beach down in Mexico...
We would call these safety meetings.at the odd interval during
the day and night. It was a vacation. Our vacation. An annual excursion,
out of Tucson. We numbered seventeen or
eighteen,it seemed like a safari to me.On the sea of Cortez...I had
the book in my pack,it was all about the beats,the main ones,the
original ones.

We still make light of snap judgements,
and there's no reason why we shouldn't,
nine times out of ten we determine the
false side,the wrong judgement...

The next move: say something or write
it down? Signal more likely! Nevertheless
the course and coast are clear...

About this time our historical crash
became likely too,awash in a water surplus...

A milestone: I had only freed myself from such
dreadful ideas and had little feeling for freedom...

I'm stumped,for I can't get into the swing of this lingo
but trying too hard won't help either...