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...
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