Monday, August 3, 2009

Gretchen will want me to have said less.

Gretchen will want me to have said less. But I won't. And more is what I intend. For the true times when I am seldom against agreement, are for those with precious little else but for taking me right out of converstation and deciding I warn't warth no trubble 't all. So when I am thinking for a critical judgementalization fer somebody else's need for a finer tune up o' the bulb attop...I be thinking not to hold back what I'm perceiven, in order to get at the vain nuance that trubbles me with them RIGHT AWAY, and out of the WAY... and THIS manages to produce a brighter and more relevant conversation that satifies Both the defender of onslaught and the rebuker for a will to withdraw a complain is at issue.
Should any try this unannounced...make sure to carry that plate of cookies into the mouth of yourself FIRST, and then try getting them not to chide against a will to know a secret for communication is that both are soothed by the same moth fluttering around the lamplight...And should it smirch itself for not being bidden there by a truly and more divinely brilliant flicker than the other... then don't bother honey. THERE'rll be EGG on bofe Yor'd Fazestier'dFace foreLorn'dingz. (see path to Moth on the LampPost--By ME!!!)

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