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Maeve Russet Hawthorne 08 August 2003 19:25 Re: feckin potato rompers oh Paul I'm lonely for you now. Vile Jelly 09 August 2003 17:54
Too late.
I've already promised myself to Satan in return for emmet extermination!
See y'all in the afterlife.
PS. Don't worry. Whatever I do I'll still go to heaven because I've already
done my time in hell!
Maeve Russet Hawthorne 11 August 2003 23:05 what! you arn't sticking your head down a bog are you? soon it will be autumnal and They will absent themselves from the scene.. just the rolling sea and gulls wheeling and seeking. or maybe you just need a tequila sunrise ( my old tyme remedy for travel fever) M Vile Jelly 12 August 2003 17:55
I'd just like to see a sunrise and/or a sunset in peace. Tequila welcome but
not essential.
PS. I thought you'd gone to Iberia?
Maeve Russet Hawthorne 12 August 2003 21:21 no dahling may I?... only Dawson Ned (me dog) and I and about 20 canaries and finches live in a little log cabin for August just up the bank from the mighty Yukon River... very peaceful and quiet.. of course I sing Creedence Clearwater tunes when I walk on the path from the boat dock just in case the bear that pooped up past my cabin decides to ramble my way sometime.. company is the few late robins, wild birds wheeling around and a few mewing gulls... some images for you to drink... I use a little single burner camp stove to make decaf coff with get this CARNATION CANNED MILK.. my mom being a british war bride thought that babies were supposed to be fed this great concoction of vitamin D etc.. anyway very comforting to me these days... warm coffee with milk... lo these 58 years later ( I'm going by 58 because I'll be 59 October 2nd)... so hard to understand about age... doesn't get in the way of love does it? have a lamingtonferntart with a dollop of tequila and sigh. M Vile Jelly 13 August 2003 11:11
Truly a grizzly fate!
Do you wear a coonskin cap and buckskin leathers while you are doing your Joe
Meek impression?
PS. I'd still rather have grizzly bears stalking me than hordes of emmets. I
don't suppose you could e-mail me one. It would be a larf to let it loose in
Fore Street. Bwahahahaha!
Maeve Russet Hawthorne 14 August 2003 00:57 send me your address I know where there is some fairly "fresh" bear poo but its not griz only a black I expect....you could leave on the cobbles.. the land of submarines so we sailed into the sun until we... we all live in a yellow submarine yellow.. thats wots on the air currently in this pizza shop... oh those Beatles...full speed ahead clang doodoo... everyone of us has all we need sky is blue.... you'll feel happy listening to this tune.. dig it out.man... oh.. next one... eleanor rigby picks up therice livesin a dream in ajar who all the lonely people...M Vile Jelly 14 August 2003 15:24
The Yellow Submarine is one of the most execrable works of all time.
Conclusive proof that even the Beatles could write absolute pap!
PS. Need the bear rather than its waste products to be honest. We've got
plenty of seagull guano flying around to supply all the poo we need.
Maeve Russet Hawthorne 14 August 2003 22:56 sadly the pile of bear shite is all flyblown now and the bugs of the forest have taken most of it into their little kitchens. likely making up small fert tarts.. or whatever.. perhaps adding some cranberries as they are in season Oh the wind inthe willows revisited.. todays blab on the radio here at pizza land is the big blackout inNew Yk..horrid.. glad I live in the bush.. theres people trapped in the frigggn subway..and elevators.. hey the beatles were first and foremost avid businessmen/poets such a thing? shakespeare wrote commisions to please the GUYS...M any of those flops? or plops as todays topic refers/ heard from S.G.Poo lately M Vile Jelly 15 August 2003 10:06
So, Dubya spent billions conquering Iraq but forgot to pay the leccy bill at
home, eh?
And they let this man run the country?
Good grief, next they'll be electing foreign, broken-english mumbling,
steroid-gobbling, talentless, braindead bodybuilders.
If I were you, I'd start packing your bags and planning an escape to some
other corner of the planet.Big as it is, I doubt even Canada is large enough
to escape the consequences of that!
Maeve Russet Hawthorne 15 August 2003 20:32 who is Dubya? a king of blackbird pies? hey did you ever make one? weird one that.. 4 and 20 blackbirds all baked in a pie.. think of those luverly pomes for the babes.. cruelty, harassment, neglect (H&G). bullying (giant stories) .. lets make up a poem for beauty grace and truth. good rockin on todays raaadio here . Vile Jelly 15 August 2003 21:34
Dubya if the Dictator of the American Empire. I thought, with all the forces
massed across the border from you, you'd be painfully aware of that.
PS. Secret is to pluck the blackbirds but leave the beaks on to give the mix a
crunchy texture. Sling in some port, mushrooms, shallots and diced bacon.
Delish!
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