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Better watch out for those lurking shadows W.D. The MIB have begun to visit the stragglers called cynics just so they can get all goggle-eyed and muttering their contrition and boo-boo blames. This is where that phrase, 'what if' boomerangs and hits you on the back of the head. It happens when the stars begin to weave down closer and closer, until they land next to you, where they throw out their invisible net to capture another fine specimen. The next shadow could be an alien, or the next human you bump into may not be of this earth. Tag: *Shock*
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I no 'frade. I strong like bull, calf unborn baby cow *Facepalm*
Slick got slicker! That is to say by a treacherous trick, probably from overseas. If you get a pop in from the internet and from Adobe, don't touch it. It is not Adobe! Instead,you'll catch a bad case of Malware. You cannot access anything on your computer except a blank screen. I have been out of service for nearly a week. But now, the Malware has been removed, and I'm back in service. So Beware of Malware!
What about some holiday cheer as I stomp off the snow on your living room carpet. Dang, that wasn't snow. It's mud! So does anyone know anything about mistletoe? Well, you're fixing to find out. He-he...

Literally meaning “dung twig”, mistletoe is named after the fact that it tends to spring out of bird droppings on trees after the seeds have passed through the bird’s digestive tract. Not only this but it can also be very parasitic, often requiring a host tree in order to sustain itself. So, next time you kiss your significant other beneath the mistletoe, remember, you’re standing beneath a parasitic poop twig.
Here's to a Halloween snack should you have the munchies.

I looked into the parallel world through my crystal ball to find hell is empty and all the devils are here.

I popped off a few with bubble-gum, but they shimmered and shot back with rings of fire.
W.D., I saw the horror first-hand. Purposely, I dropped a large clot of cigarette ash onto a web. I watched the spider scramble up the silver cord and it pulled out its weaver as quick as spit. Then the weaver flipped into a bobbin, spinning and spinning the delicate ash into mummification. Amazingly the cigarette ash remained whole. I walked away from the episode flat footed but weaving to the door. This ain't Mumbo Jumbo.It actually happened.
Bill,

Happy birthday, once again from out of the east to the west and a whole lot of miles between. I won't mention your age since that's relative to the relative I am 4 years your senior. And could be as ageless as a rock. Happy birthday right into the wrinkle of time or the heedless distance.
Boss probably is looking out the window and chewing on several paper clips.

On your camping trip, I bet you and BigFoot were throwing rocks at each other. I can't help it, I'm such an optimist.
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As you know, I was raised by a family of BigFootFeet, but after seeking spiritual help from a neighborhood podiatrist, I am starting to finally get my life back together. *Rolleyes*
Ahh, but the world comes in with wailing and leaves with ranting. Hey, I got a checking account and pay my bills with checks. Paper is still paper. My plastic broke a long time ago. I ranted for years screaming at monsters after midnight, somewhere along 1313 Mocking-Bird Lane. I need to turn up the music of Black Hawk and swing in the beat of 'Love & Gravity.

Chin up! The world is only a money racket and most are lost in the trade off.
There are those times when I have the devil by the tail, and I pause somewhere between a whimper and a laugh. It was much like a dream I had years ago. At first, the demons were winning big time because I was weak, seemingly, helpless. Somewhere in the depths of force in myself, I fought back with every ounce of virility, gaining the upperhand. When I woke up from the anesthesia, the doctors and nurses were exhausted. But my wife was patting my hand, calming me down. I guess it must have been the progression of open-heart-surgery...just can't keep a good man down.
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