With each promontory piece prodded to place, we brick together our picture. One multisided confusion crossed with the next. Cramming crappy creased crumbs to coalesce with each other.
Not unlike the electoral element in our society today. One red headed leader b098y766tulging his chest and blowing his horn faced off against some bluesy type stridently stuffed into his shirt. Green and socialized sidebars forced against fences of segregation or separation.
One dithering Mr. Bumstead pressing flesh for Hi and Lois. The only being sentiently watching the now flattened CRT is the dog or cat. With as much understanding and interest, I might add. Our felines fail in feathering their nests as the spring rises from the Earth and Sun. My coffee fears curdling as the cats swarm in anticipation of more of the less. Less for us and more for them. Ontario’s sunshine list pops another 11 percent growth spurred on by our growing gluttony for power.
One days research has me on a bender to get my festive Christmas lights power supplemented by the Sun over the yardarm. My research to date shows the lack of desire on the part or participle of any Gov or Erment to provide assistance of any reasonable state for my endeavours. Ergo I presseth forth. For the sum of less than the bitumen to resurface my driveway, my power for those festive lights in know you all wait for, will be offset by the source of all life. The Sun.
So now with the second consecutive puzzle on the platter we push the envelope with a near seneciosis fervour. Prodding, pushing, placing, parting the pieces in place. No tongue or reserve on any piece not tried or toiled over. This contract doubles the intensity of the last. But alas we are driven home daily by the drone drone drone of politicians insouciant blather.
I feel I will choose by coin.
Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land.
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