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Happy

I rented a bunch

of movies that I

interject with

comments.  Otto,

who generally hates

when I do this,

came home buzzed

from cheesecake.

What’s the bottom

line?  Please let it

be less than rock

bottom, which I

thought I hit

yesterday,

and then today,

but now I’m pretty

sure it’s left to

somewhere in the

future.  Like, perhaps,

tomorrow.  

My biscuits

were burning this

morning.  It made me

so mad that I was

angry.  The subject

of my argument,

leaning on mere

words (slipware ...

syrinx ... ramify ...),

is in my humble

opinion, utterly

unimportant.  So

we split up

into branches

or constituent

parts.  

Clouds

are always best

imaginatively

described.  They

encourage this.

Today, they are

wooden and

wonder where

I might have

gone.