this is a 'it was my birthday' post..and it was a strange one...today the weather is gloriously hot and mild...it's great out of doors...it hasn't been, in fact, t he rains came as a total surprise, whoop bang here they are, and they blew everything to pieces including this year's makah days...just blew it off the map with all the tents and rides and dances and so forth gone with it...people were without power and had to be fed in the community gym it was so bad...me and my granddaughters (technically Kamryn isn't an actual granddaughter but she is close enough and she looks after my actual granddaughter, Myah Lyric...so...with that in mind...we sat at home in our pajamas and our blankies and ate parade candy we had collected in the pouring rain before the big winds came up. we watched National Velvet..we fell asleep at a reasonable hour and several weeks after the fact what remains of my parade candy is mostly soggy but still edible if one is scraping one's teeth along the cellphane to get the globby part off...it works but a new shipment has come in from Liz and there's quite a bit of dry delectables (as I sit here with belly hanging forward going yeah, time to write - time to do crunches and so on...but I'd rather nap and do the crunches later...we'll see about a sun bath after this essay is developed...probably should run key to the building out to Chito - it was Brian's t hat got us in here today -
meanwhile again, writing about all the russkaya at sol d uc where I was invited for my burpday...like we're walking around on eggshells here-talking this and that as t hough we don't understand why we do the things we do, why we have to do them, and reading a book about Daishowa corp(se)...as though we don't know the rhetoric behind t hat collossal facade...and such a facade as it is one would hardly guess the shit dribbles t hat come from it are truly planked...as though we don't know how to disassemble that kind of machinery and I think we do and I think that is why the Makah can still sing as a group in any way shape or form and onward and upward and in your mother's garden, so be it, at 3 I will go home and retu rn here with my mother's clot hing...it will make me feel better and it will make her feel better if I can find her replacement garments in smaller sizes...meanwhile I am making EP a set of legwarmers for badly bashed stems that look as though running them over wasn't the worse of it...exactly what is the causal factor there wo uld be along the lines of the Daishowa issues and Japan being a good country and so on, like we never did think so? I think we alwa ys have assumed so that it was perfectly fine to be nipponese as along with everyone else we go with the flow down the drain of the great ignorant r usskaya that started it all after the triage was resolved...we're down to wetsuits and skin diving attire to keep the day intact and the Makah are all good with it even if our gross national product is being given awa y tomorrow as a straight sail...probably enmasse as it were...how to edit t he WORD program if you're in the PUTZ business - it's either Amy or 'j'R...we can't bore him down fine enough, he keeps filtering through as though he doesn't mind the whiff of dog poo that follows him everywhere...him and his trophy 'wives'...they kinda young mosta'em...
so t hat's why the accordion and the singing voices all hallelujahing we here...
so it was my birthday and I sat in the mineral baths at Sol Duc and got totally rubbery trying to get my head around the russian being spoken all about me...I looked at these people and saw much flesh, much beauty shop attention, I didn't see personality, like who's kind w ho isn't, I felt a sort of prejudice because I think these guys are ultimately responsible for whatever goes bad in the world (like that I have not a dollar to my name most days...today being one of them...) and t hey're sitting there all smug and so whattty...so w utty...you can lick my crap asshole kind of attitude one of t hem did bu rst forward with it as she waded in the cold poool I couldn't face the music with her then I said I knew one russian phrase direct operating system via dana beal...shortened to 'DOS via DANA'...it kind of shut her up she didn't get the 'direct operating system' reference immediately I imagine her KIA aes(autoexecutor status) had to kick in, boot up another AMY module 'comb your hair' is a favorite reference...oh but she's taken to poking me in the stomach as well to reference where the belly gas comes from...get that notion around your cranium please..
so the upshot of the quark infarction/using the main part of the actual tribe to replicate t he 'obnoxious part of the other tribe...herd I think you'd call them...t he sustence of our meat and potatoes genre
something about the italic isn't cooperating adeqately...check with my German nuclear scientist acquaintance Dana...how did a german get a name like Dana...is it some kind of Heidelbergian for 'daddy'...probably...he was a mute oracle for so many years...looking out of a scarred and terrified face at me and seeing in my eyes only the purest of disgust with him as he was t hen...but he was DOS via Dana even t hen because he was young and fuill of enthusiasm and didn't really see his family was there with him...he did want that to be so...but it's all come together now, like the beatles forecast..and it's been easily identified what the issue really is..like how does tiny TIM fit in and so on...he does...our product is still squiddly..that sort of thing..we'll be lonely for the movies come dusk... here here...so I go to library from here, get some film for sitting down with, at a later point in the day, pick up ladder from back deck I should think, get down Mom's former wardrobe all clean and neat in her way of doing things 'you SHALL do it my way, you hear??'...we would be as insistent but this is how we survived the early DANA years and the manic behavior he exhibited at #9..when he absolutely would lose control of his ethic demeanor and be who we didn't want him to be...this was a chronic issue with him and one he str uggles with to this day...aiiyiiiyiii
it's all good, how we arrived at where we are at...
meanwhile again, writing about all the russkaya at sol d uc where I was invited for my burpday...like we're walking around on eggshells here-talking this and that as t hough we don't understand why we do the things we do, why we have to do them, and reading a book about Daishowa corp(se)...as though we don't know the rhetoric behind t hat collossal facade...and such a facade as it is one would hardly guess the shit dribbles t hat come from it are truly planked...as though we don't know how to disassemble that kind of machinery and I think we do and I think that is why the Makah can still sing as a group in any way shape or form and onward and upward and in your mother's garden, so be it, at 3 I will go home and retu rn here with my mother's clot hing...it will make me feel better and it will make her feel better if I can find her replacement garments in smaller sizes...meanwhile I am making EP a set of legwarmers for badly bashed stems that look as though running them over wasn't the worse of it...exactly what is the causal factor there wo uld be along the lines of the Daishowa issues and Japan being a good country and so on, like we never did think so? I think we alwa ys have assumed so that it was perfectly fine to be nipponese as along with everyone else we go with the flow down the drain of the great ignorant r usskaya that started it all after the triage was resolved...we're down to wetsuits and skin diving attire to keep the day intact and the Makah are all good with it even if our gross national product is being given awa y tomorrow as a straight sail...probably enmasse as it were...how to edit t he WORD program if you're in the PUTZ business - it's either Amy or 'j'R...we can't bore him down fine enough, he keeps filtering through as though he doesn't mind the whiff of dog poo that follows him everywhere...him and his trophy 'wives'...they kinda young mosta'em...
so t hat's why the accordion and the singing voices all hallelujahing we here...
so it was my birthday and I sat in the mineral baths at Sol Duc and got totally rubbery trying to get my head around the russian being spoken all about me...I looked at these people and saw much flesh, much beauty shop attention, I didn't see personality, like who's kind w ho isn't, I felt a sort of prejudice because I think these guys are ultimately responsible for whatever goes bad in the world (like that I have not a dollar to my name most days...today being one of them...) and t hey're sitting there all smug and so whattty...so w utty...you can lick my crap asshole kind of attitude one of t hem did bu rst forward with it as she waded in the cold poool I couldn't face the music with her then I said I knew one russian phrase direct operating system via dana beal...shortened to 'DOS via DANA'...it kind of shut her up she didn't get the 'direct operating system' reference immediately I imagine her KIA aes(autoexecutor status) had to kick in, boot up another AMY module 'comb your hair' is a favorite reference...oh but she's taken to poking me in the stomach as well to reference where the belly gas comes from...get that notion around your cranium please..
so the upshot of the quark infarction/using the main part of the actual tribe to replicate t he 'obnoxious part of the other tribe...herd I think you'd call them...t he sustence of our meat and potatoes genre
something about the italic isn't cooperating adeqately...check with my German nuclear scientist acquaintance Dana...how did a german get a name like Dana...is it some kind of Heidelbergian for 'daddy'...probably...he was a mute oracle for so many years...looking out of a scarred and terrified face at me and seeing in my eyes only the purest of disgust with him as he was t hen...but he was DOS via Dana even t hen because he was young and fuill of enthusiasm and didn't really see his family was there with him...he did want that to be so...but it's all come together now, like the beatles forecast..and it's been easily identified what the issue really is..like how does tiny TIM fit in and so on...he does...our product is still squiddly..that sort of thing..we'll be lonely for the movies come dusk... here here...so I go to library from here, get some film for sitting down with, at a later point in the day, pick up ladder from back deck I should think, get down Mom's former wardrobe all clean and neat in her way of doing things 'you SHALL do it my way, you hear??'...we would be as insistent but this is how we survived the early DANA years and the manic behavior he exhibited at #9..when he absolutely would lose control of his ethic demeanor and be who we didn't want him to be...this was a chronic issue with him and one he str uggles with to this day...aiiyiiiyiii
it's all good, how we arrived at where we are at...
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