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Maeve Russet Hawthorne

10 September 2003 00:10

feckin potato rompers clogging amid the stoneyards

only that  I wanted to order a lammmington from under my cowgirl hat,   someday from the house.. the request would come up on your screen and well, we don't know what would happen next do we.... or maybe a piece of blackbirddd pie...

Vile Jelly

10 September 2003 09:54

Sorry, lamingtons are off at the minute as we don't have any llamas to make them out of.
Will hopefully be resuming abnormal service at some point but have just got to go and fly my jets of rage and despair at Windies XP into the Microsoft's twin towers of greed and malice first!

Maeve Russet Hawthorne

10 September 2003 23:27

ok offerd chocolate dipped digestives from angleterre from the cherman chick running this visitore centre..... o paul this place is so non.... theres no juice here  no river or ocean energy  not even a single gull   Dawson had lots.. tho they only pooped downriver..the swallows, however, from their many nesting vantage points...... upon all and sundry, the unsuspecting tourists.... so i  small  i will leaf... the best thing so far are the warbling calls drifting down rom the sand hill cranes heading for texas or georgia... and to see the mighty skeins of them forming and unforming  like the threads of egg white stirred into blue soup. all those thoughts and beatinghearts.. flying flying  the wing tips cutting through the great Tintina Trench air. this place is a path for migration from the ancient days. no wonder i feel restless

Vile Jelly

11 September 2003 10:12

In that case why not get together a crew of the finest g(r)eeks and set sail in search of the Golden Fleas? It has got to be better than sitting around waiting for the grizzlies or the Yank tourists to pot you!

Maeve Russet Hawthorne

12 September 2003 00:48

ya... golden flea circus here we come  the dancing dog and monkey show.. so anyhoo I was yakking on the phone to a gal up inDawson and I asked her to find me a cabin PLEASE.. and she replied..... I have one!.. so about nov l5 after a xmas crap sale I'll have the clams to rent the truck and shift camp.... AND the gal has a big studio she wants to share with another artist.... hmmmm there IS a goddess..xxxxx

Vile Jelly

12 September 2003 16:21

Well, there you are. Faith has its rewards.
You're lucky that god(dess) is a member of your species. That would certainly explain why I never get any breaks (and why men are such an odd shape).
Onwards to Dawson!

Maeve Russet Hawthorne

12 September 2003 21:05

 do you believe in faeries and mermaids...take a walk among some copper beeches and sit quietly upon the grasses... let the wings of ancient days sigh into your ears.. listen to the wind and the cranes, kiss the next rose you find..

Vile Jelly

13 September 2003 17:54

Oh, we get fairies and mermaids down here all the time. Generally the mermaids go out with each other and ditto the fairies!
PS. The only cranes we have down here are the industrial sort and, believe me, I don't have to listen out for them.

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