by AZRON (PM , CC ) on Sunday April 12, 2009 @ 3:28 PM
Happy Easter, Rosie...I mean I am happy you are way South-West of here and at the be-neath part of the world....and over water and seas and bits of land, ...and because I am sure wandering forth without a plan...my message is, and as to ...my very high regard for you. I don't have much to say. So what are (I)doing? Nothing! You? How are_ you?
What can compare to the interview_ you and John did...that long time ago. It was absolutely whimsical, magical...A confection of fun and faire frolic..."Shall I compare thee to a summer's day" great sonnets all_shakey's dear_ I could make more of the moment_ of this moment in time. .....while....
At present I am not sent, nor have I submitted this mote, but in the end it is all that I am able. At the extent of my extensions_ I am forewith due inclined suspensions...greatest thrift. The bargain being time-materials and spending way above my head. Would'st thou be so inclined _by and why? ...but foregoeth one's opinion and forestall lecture of this pen. To do at present. Yes.
It is a Happy Easter, yet, and we are early afternoon. Rain and wet and chicken pot pie_giant sized and lemon cheesecake extraordinary. Beginning soon...at present and upon further reflection...it is busy here...a come-together.
I just know you know what I know. I always feel close, because that is where we met...on this clear channel plain of circumstance in the hopefulness of Hope.
Signs of redemption, and of hopefulness, and resurrection in this Day of Love. Winning it all the way. Rusty
hope you are having a nice day - by the time you read this you will probably be on Monday
...and because I am sure wandering forth without a plan...my message is, and as to ...my very high regard for you. I don't have much to say.
So what are (I)doing? Nothing! You? How are_ you?
What can compare to the interview_ you and John did...that long time ago. It was absolutely whimsical, magical...A confection of fun and faire frolic..."Shall I compare thee to a summer's day"
great sonnets all_shakey's dear_ I could make more of the moment_ of this moment in time. .....while....
At present I am not sent, nor have I submitted this mote, but in the end it is all that I am able. At the extent of my extensions_ I am forewith due inclined suspensions...greatest thrift. The bargain being time-materials and spending way above my head.
Would'st thou be so inclined _by and why? ...but foregoeth one's opinion and forestall lecture of this pen. To do at present. Yes.
It is a Happy Easter, yet, and we are early afternoon. Rain and wet and chicken pot pie_giant sized and lemon cheesecake extraordinary.
Beginning soon...at present and upon further reflection...it is busy here...a come-together.
I just know you know what I know. I always feel close, because that is where we met...on this clear channel plain of circumstance in the hopefulness of Hope.
Signs of redemption, and of hopefulness, and resurrection in this
Day of Love. Winning it all the way. Rusty
Happy Easter