update to movie about australia with Rupert and Lydia

last scene at the hotel where they are having roast beef Yorkshire pudding pickled veg some gravy a little treacle dessert and getting to know the family
she is a bit wistful and dreamy with him he's a station man he wants a famly she'll do fine she's strong but an orphan and he tells the grans he loves her while she's fiddling in the john with her hair
there the nice folk that want the best and tell him he'll have the farm she's the only child of their only son and it's a good thing he's come along and he says he did want to farm gramp says come and learn and he says he will and then she returns bright eyed
'supper was wonderful' all is well he pays the bill

they go off into the sunset and you can smell the pressed cotton of their clothes and the shampoo they used to wash their hair her armpits are stiff from shaving so close and his beard has a nick under the folds of his chin

the part that fixes it

well today was one of those days whenI don't give a fuck about the rest of the world because the laptop (computer) decided to get fcked in the ass
isn't that sweet
down to downnear pure dogshit in that department
very cool to have it be postable already
and the oral surgeon complies with
'let's have another look at this if you don't mind' it seems terribly unpleasant any way you look at it
    as she staggers out the surgery door

in britain they call all those places 'the surgery'
and how grim our despair when we see a loved one stagger out of there
soon that shall be me...well..
Dr Sr Barb
I've written a little poem about what's coming up for me
  first off I've given birth to a tiny wisdom tooth
I knew it was there always pushing developing it's root
still it comes and is a tiny pearl
in the back of the line where they want to dismember my upper left molars for the sake of
continuity isn't that sweet
they wish me to be aenesthitized for the process...I despair of ever having a script for oxycodone in my house all the trouble it's caused I shouldn't want to acknowledge I write for it I should think
I said no so I'm shaky and turning a bit to alcoholor realizing that really isn't the way for us good
CAtholics and Higgins..well maybe it's our name I never wanted it I wanted something different
well..I got it that's a poem!!
how bleak my despair (don't know the best words for poetry DOSC
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quotient modification Plumeria vistula
with flowers
that's the last batchelor button as I pick the seeks and bring the invoice
we'd like to know what that is
it's a varient form of life within which the connotation to pug ugly is applied

so..

anyways off and running are the brothers that's behind every carnival display complete to the oarless rudders where he'd be picking through the remanents..of a lost anxiety
we figure it to give some kind of sporadic what? worry nah not nomore
I'm feeling rather sporadic at the moment here I go to the vitamin c drawer exploring
juice interactively with some relish
yeah the green pickle kind that sort of thing
what you believe how you recover to fresh air and plants and good dirt
see where it's all at how it gets returned?  quite easily in the right circumstance alwaysa about'
balance and measure that sort of quotient...how that jumping the keyboard happens what's it
relating to?
quotients modifiers math logic demographic personality interaction family
that sort of thing who are you what do I retain of this experience
the travel in  St. Paul/Minneapolis the Indian words only a few of us know the reality to
only thing he said we could keep for five minutes...where we'd be at the time
that sort of thing to step out into it
the concrete actually buying some
indignity how far beyond us
so we'd read it over and over
she's a kavorkian self suicide with that pulse
lookit how educated and doing that
mmmhmmm
alter ego personalities going on
we'll relive the torture for a moment it's exclusive I'm good at it
we can do this you'll be fine...it did hapen
you was a plant

them's their fersail items... and we buy it
he'n a good little boy
that know of (we) hehe

yep...I've defined that too

so play it loud and clear everwhere
I'm off to this day

lrc

nupost

didn't get a ribbon for any of my art entries this year..more like the case if the map works you can see how that goes...disappointing in that frustrated no one knows how it happens..intending to spread light in the world my name is Titian and there it is...
are we so brave??

have to get up and shower but so foggy tired from about six hours sleep went off from the high school crowd they were so noisy and happy and we were trying to talk she bought me dinner and a drink that was strange it felt borderline sexual predator
with versions to come
as though I couldn't trust my own intuition and followed it down its sleepy dusty road back to the beginning where she had a good personality and went on to live her life
all I wanted to do was catch up
maybe write the kind of emails I right here now
I guess I didn't like Jeannie Epp and Kathryn WRight all that much
because there was some issue over Wright making Jeannie
her little pet
and no one thought it appropriate

the real issue was maybe all the boys were having profound sexual impulses and impressions and it got carried away in the Bonnie body there was a story they rode up the street in front of the school having sex in the back of a station wagon during school hours and Bonnie was supposed to be in class and she wasn't she was another one of those that had a baby soon after

I found it all very humiliating and I think I suffered a great deal in that time because there was something where we didn't have any control
and then Richard started slugging home runs at the Teagle house with Adele's son whom you just don't see anymore taking him in the hot tub
for hours on a SAturday night

while my marriages crumbled around the detrius of his playtimes

that would have been the Priest and the Altarboy ruining another transmission

where I could think the times I did get it right
all the systems were purring and whirring and there wasn't much grease but a lot of spastic activity in particularization

kablump kablump

we should have been all intrigued to get this far into the situation without being so maudlin as to be affected by it he said he dropped an anvil on his toe should think it serves him right last time he complained it was a bad tooth and here I sit with the remains of the day
that's how he does things

outside the yeller is yelling

dear Joanna...haven't heard from you in a bit...here's a photograph of my visit with my family..
I tried to do that but it would not let me so maybe if I ever talk to you again I can show you the photograph I tried to insert here

you were at the visit center Friday and I came in after I got ready for lunch with my family at the Breakwater...
you walked out the door when I came in

loading the wod

have to get over to pete's lot and load firewood onto the truck at some point I have to air up the tire on the wheelbarrow and use it to haul the wood from the truck to the newly refurbished shed...I'm sure they didn't do the roof right, they went at it while I was at church and it's not level or caulked towards the back end of it..I paid him anyway I have this weird attitude about it, like the lawncutter that broke down after one use...it's the way things are going...joanna isn't talking to me, wonder what I did there, if anything..she's shorting out upstairs (mentally) and for some reason I get to be a target..not sympathetic to her life with brian

it's like my life with John...that was a nightmare I never care to repeat...Dobie's awful close to being just like him..Vic's had a stroke...he's an obvious guy, Vic...when I was a kid he was a real bad guy, always drunk, living in a strange way beating his siamese cat with a newspaper...very strange world he had going on for himself..my mother once hinted he had a girlfriend with 'black hair'...I was always curious if she meant herself and if so what did I really think about that: add it to the cruel ways she had of making mean comments and slaps..there were a few of them, there were pivotal moments when her laser disk of time warped a tangent moment quite badly but somehow I've survived it..think of us as a general whole this kind of treatment it's not what we want of course and I do take advantage of the help somewhat but I gave them tons of groceries the day before and paid them and they put the roof on wrong..what do I do? wait to see how badly it leaks??
I think not..question to be resolved
Mom was ugly at the nursing home 'I won't be around much longer'..ok, great...witness in the corner smiling at the comments being made in her presence...course you won't..you don't get to grouse with me, that's a point in your disfavor honey..let's try to stay on the straight and narrow...we don't ignore rude comments we put them where they do best...into the mainframe of our greatest windbag: donnie trump...think of it as 'making america great again' and use it as your ticket into the nirvana of the here and now...I have wonderful choice to be made today...I have to get my house in order..I have to take the lawncutter back hate calling it a weed wacker...think of the couples hiding at the McLean house, formerly the Wessler house..think of my own Robert Meints cum Mikel Biddle think of where we were happy ther and how much veneer was scraped off in the fracas of the usurpation of the biddleform...how often that happens and to whom...where you go on this muddly path is only indicative of the partitions we make ourselves in a pursuit of the just and the happy...I would like to be at Messy Palettes tomorrow tomorrow is the barbeque at the firehall...it's been a slim lineup around there lately however there was a grand pileup out at lake ozette featuring star performers from the Trump Administration: our own RobbieGently.Marty Rausch..quite dapper and efficient we hope we know how that works and which line of entry via Dyan we have to skate on..I think the tender twenty shows the way and what a putrid mater of faction it is...
meanwhile..we're aligned on a status quo that doesn't presume to bid options and what we have to lose isn't much considering from whence it orginates...we're not as unlucky as we may presume and certainly we have much to consider...that's how it is...you can take a rag doll and shake it to pieces and it can be sewn back together..people don't tend to forget ogres
do we have to wince on voice overs I wonder, it's eight thirty now time to slip into overalls and get the job done..we're brisketing today pot roast and cabbage last night time for a consideration of losing a friendship...because of alzheimers I suspect..
a glad offering to the administration that will solve the problem...

au revoir Dave and Marley..Sam...the neighbors Canadian music, humorous anecdotes from the audience

Dave sat in his record shop wondering if the LP by a band called 'Cameltoe' was worth putting in the front window that day.   He didn't think it was in very good taste to call a band a name like that.  It wasn't even funny.  It was demeaning.  Marley would have a fit if she saw it.
But Dave had just found it.  It had come in in a delivery from the States.  A little junk shop near one of the ferries that ultimately connected with Victoria.  Dave's friends had picked it up, thinking it was worth a listen.  Dave had listened.  It was a funky beat alright.

a bit of star wars' memorabilia

post note:  we got to take the trips to see John in New Orleans' on the money we 'made' writing the legends we already knew..ok?  we're pretty vega..
anyway...new one on Lar Ethan...
he comes across like a vanilla pudding...he doesn't 'modem' very well
a dd is on him all the time now...and it's pretty sure that is who he is but...
for vegetative sake...and that's the problem...only a new part of the legend will do
because' we all have to have our own personalities intact..and that's how it is...
'dont over think it'

before coming to Maaspequaan...Lithira had been an avid sportswoman, riding the
chonotonqua - something like a horse, with elaborate bridle and ability to communicate with the mind
so that her particular animal was her very precious one  'bibiwonabaska'
or 'bibi'..as it were...
Lar Ethan on the other hand, was one of those rough and ready fellows, always hunting game
taking long shots on wide curves of the waters..he did what they called something like surfing...
he wanted to e in the water if he could
Lithira loved water as well, but like the yin completes the yang...she saw not what she couldnot
know without having 'him' in her life..
so they went on without each other until the time they met...
and then when they did with the briefest of catalyst...all was different in the universe forever after
untilt his time when they have reunited and align together to create 'what is new'...
so this little story is about what they did in the moments before they actually became what they
were meant to be, in the hope that it will again be what it should be


align then that there is no grief..please..

frustration yes...

but the little bundestwa...something like a tiny rabbit, as furry and cute and loving in its nature
brings about the very gentlest of lar ethanspersonality...it is he who likes the 'bunny rabbit'
Lithira...she is frustrated that her 'steed'..the bibwonabaska'...does not cooperate because it delivers itself of a new offspring...which communicates with her that it 'must be'...but she is frustrated from the long years of being eeryone's perfect daughter...and wants to ride out on the dunes of her Masspaequann shorelines and be at one with her own personal universe...she is highly strung as it were but not really, as though she impends what must be forever after (the woman/the breeding/the product, etc)...
so she takes out a different animal and rides and rides and rides down the windy surf...
and Larth Ethan plays with the little bundestwa...
in its woven basket (there are several here..)  flicking it with his finger...coaxing it with some grains and seeds..and it shows him...there is a nest...
then his father comes in with the announcement that he is to fly in the new paragon ship to the planet Nabu...they don't tell us this anywhere else but Nabu is where the Congress met for the first time of the Interstellar Congregation...with Lar Ethan and Lithira to make the finality reality
and once they met each other...it was to BE..

so she rides frustrated on the shorelines
and he tickles his little mouskin animals...and finds new nests..