Saturday, August 19, 2006
Binty Williams!
Get a train Wolfie! How be your self?
Goodly, fine, dandy and spartan! Ands't yous?
Oh just the luverly shade of yellow! A most enlightening morning was spent at the library brushing up on Dickenson, delightful, just delightful!
Ah yes! The Emily prowse fix! In good taste are thee.
Why thank you Wolfie, you are quite the gentleperson. And connected to such, your performance in the Robbie Burns championship was of splendidness in the most sublime form! Exquisite!
Oh, tis' an overstatement...but I accept gleefully! Har har!
Titter! And what of Sir Pedro Colxacas? Have not I seen of hims't for some moons.
Sir Pedro Colxacas! Oh but I conversed with him only just this last night! Yes, be him of fine health and social standing. Yet he be busy with the Junior Emily Bronte workshop, so time is of essence for himself. I hear his charges are quite the orators despite their lackingness of years.
Wonderful, wonderful! Just! I would be of most divine gladness to see this performance, oh yes!
I predicted so. Here be tickets to said performance just for Sir Binty!
Thankfulness and rotund appreciation of course!
Pleasureness is mine. Ands't whom will accompany Sir Binty?
Tis but a given! Celita Mondays of course!
Superb! Well I must continue my amble in this direction. Has been a pleasant and welcome stop with you Sir Binty. Praego.
Praego! Happy delights!
Happy delights!
Get a train Wolfie! How be your self?
Goodly, fine, dandy and spartan! Ands't yous?
Oh just the luverly shade of yellow! A most enlightening morning was spent at the library brushing up on Dickenson, delightful, just delightful!
Ah yes! The Emily prowse fix! In good taste are thee.
Why thank you Wolfie, you are quite the gentleperson. And connected to such, your performance in the Robbie Burns championship was of splendidness in the most sublime form! Exquisite!
Oh, tis' an overstatement...but I accept gleefully! Har har!
Titter! And what of Sir Pedro Colxacas? Have not I seen of hims't for some moons.
Sir Pedro Colxacas! Oh but I conversed with him only just this last night! Yes, be him of fine health and social standing. Yet he be busy with the Junior Emily Bronte workshop, so time is of essence for himself. I hear his charges are quite the orators despite their lackingness of years.
Wonderful, wonderful! Just! I would be of most divine gladness to see this performance, oh yes!
I predicted so. Here be tickets to said performance just for Sir Binty!
Thankfulness and rotund appreciation of course!
Pleasureness is mine. Ands't whom will accompany Sir Binty?
Tis but a given! Celita Mondays of course!
Superb! Well I must continue my amble in this direction. Has been a pleasant and welcome stop with you Sir Binty. Praego.
Praego! Happy delights!
Happy delights!
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
As I look out the window I see blackness.
For you see it is night.
Meaning therefore, yet another day has passed. Yet another.
They pass so quickly don't they?
But to the little ones, of an age so young they do not fully have control of their motor-senses, these days are long and full of time.
Wonders!
But it really makes you wonder why doesn't it?
We are just biding time before the blackness stops along with everything else.
What's the bleeding point then?
Buggered if I know.
For you see it is night.
Meaning therefore, yet another day has passed. Yet another.
They pass so quickly don't they?
But to the little ones, of an age so young they do not fully have control of their motor-senses, these days are long and full of time.
Wonders!
But it really makes you wonder why doesn't it?
We are just biding time before the blackness stops along with everything else.
What's the bleeding point then?
Buggered if I know.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Peabo Bryson, Peabo Bryson
Peabo Bryson, Peabo Bryson
This song is called Peabo Bryson (Peabo , Peabo)
'Cause we like Peabo Bryson (Peabo, Peabo)
SO!
Peabo Bryson, Peabo Bryson
Peabo Bryson, Peabo Bryson
He is a soul god (Peabo, Peabo)
We like him alot (Peabo, Peabo)
YEAH!
Peabo Bryson, Peabo Bryson
Peabo Bryson, Peabo Bryson
Need we sing anymore? (Peabo, Peabo)
We think not (Peabo, Peabo)
Peabo, Peabo, Peabo, Peabo
Peabo, Peabo, Peabo, Peabo
Peabo, Peabo, Peabo, Peabo
PEABO BRYSON!
HURRAY!
