hi.
pontricate (until the evening frindles)
don't forget that i do one of these every day, so scroll past my blather to see the others (sorry, there is still a weird problem with the "index" to the left, i'll fix it asap).
another oldish scrap of writing. this one was particularly scrawly, and i remember when i wrote it it made me think of my friend mr nat nathaniel deerslayer bumpkins. he lives far away in california and i miss him often. i believe that he is notorious for pontricating until certain evenings would frindle (and often past their frindling and on into their bindling).
what is interesting (to me, anyhow) is that it feels like a "sister" to yesterday's song, much in the same way "passing" and the song after that felt.
i found the scrap in my laundry.
i have to go to work (poop), i won at poker last night!
please leave comments if you have thoughts - it helps me do this!
lovemarty
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