Does anyone know where I put that basket? The one the world is going to hell in.
I just went to Brian's blog for my evening laugh. Where DO these people come from? They are going on and on about the picture of the building.. Again.
These people accuse me of not being truthful but still insist that; a.The building is in a slum, which it isn't. And b. That I live there. Which I don't.
BTW Dicks is a drive in that has THE best tartar sauce in the world. (we call the place Richard's ) They say, Dicks burgers will fill you up if you can keep em' down. I favor the fish myself. I don't know how long Dicks has been there, but it was there when I moved here in 69.
As to the rest of the garbage posted there... I laughed. What a load of crap. Not worth my time and energy to respond to. I think the people who know me, or any one who has read what has been posted here to this point, can make up their own minds about the kind of person I am, and if ya don't like me, so what?
Should I care what strangers who don't know me, and will never meet me, think? 'm pretty sure the casual reader doesn't much care.
I am secure in my position. I have been honest and real. What can these freaks do to me? They can't take away my birthday.
A poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits.
Delusions are often functional. A mother's opinions about her children's beauty, intelligence, goodness, etcetera ad nauseam, keep he from drowning them at birth.
I just went to Brian's blog for my evening laugh. Where DO these people come from? They are going on and on about the picture of the building.. Again.
These people accuse me of not being truthful but still insist that; a.The building is in a slum, which it isn't. And b. That I live there. Which I don't.
BTW Dicks is a drive in that has THE best tartar sauce in the world. (we call the place Richard's ) They say, Dicks burgers will fill you up if you can keep em' down. I favor the fish myself. I don't know how long Dicks has been there, but it was there when I moved here in 69.
As to the rest of the garbage posted there... I laughed. What a load of crap. Not worth my time and energy to respond to. I think the people who know me, or any one who has read what has been posted here to this point, can make up their own minds about the kind of person I am, and if ya don't like me, so what?
Should I care what strangers who don't know me, and will never meet me, think? 'm pretty sure the casual reader doesn't much care.
I am secure in my position. I have been honest and real. What can these freaks do to me? They can't take away my birthday.
A poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits.
Delusions are often functional. A mother's opinions about her children's beauty, intelligence, goodness, etcetera ad nauseam, keep he from drowning them at birth.
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