A comet,threehundred&forty million miles from the sun,shaped like the
boot in the Monopoly game; and get this,the spaceship (so to speak)
will soon attempt a landing on the surface. We should visit the comet;
the leftover material from our solar system's origins ought surely advance our knowledge,oh yes for certain it shall propel us...

but then this afternoon a regular phone conversation with R. makes
everything a little less unbalanced...Exaggerations are nowhere to be
heard during this contact.

mobile phone messages coming into my emailbox,the gmailbox,by the
score,pictures of handwritten letters...

The Obama administration has been stiff-arming the press
core for six years...Really? Unfortunately I haven't paid attention,or
maybe I blocked all this out of consciousness.

The names and places and things which go missing or at least fade off
the tablets of memory. Eventually the links will disintegrate...

I was about to say: every day because of fierce determination to single
out an attribute for online purposes,a thank you vurry much in line with
services rendered...(But the editing hasn't helped me a lot on this
occasion).

since I have yet to repair or replace my typewriter my blog will take on another look: expect all manner of entries,prepare for any date or undated material as well; the idea,in the main,will offer material from
the recent year,up to fifteen months...The typewriter breakdown
blues,on a snowy tvscreen.

follow up the story but before doing this shouldn't you look for the
missing pipe? Funny,you seem to misplace it so frequently.

Slouches united...

A rigorous symphonic composition on this Sunday evening,
before 7pm.

Then from nowhere he produces a real palooka impression,say who?

Winky efforts,yammering sounds from backstage,choose your favorites,
I'm convinced you have some; but can you believe in such heighho?