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I am Chresomathic in my desire to be Cacozealous

Cee to sea I manage my affairs close to the chest.  I chose this course as a matter of fact.  There are few to adhere to such non-rigorous structure.  The forecast is cloudy, and the long range doesn’t proport to improve.  I sally forth and Cathy west as one might under such terms.

Inspiration comes from without and within.  The weather in change makes for longer lingering at length in the lounge.  I have never stayed or staid close to the norm.  The room filleth with that which is unknown.  Whether a Mod or a Rocker, you can always select and option.  A or to be, that is not the question. To do or not to do that is the reality.

Forging a head or the rest of the body you can play with the medium.  In the end, the mind brings to the fore that which is important.  But the real crux comes during the compotation.  Carousing and comradery are what the social beings need.

Yes, I might need and few more books than the average.  That is the boat I mule up the canal of life.  The next chapter may or may not appear on the horizon. It might just appear one day in a pink panther suit and play on your wits.  Onward and outward you can never resist the desire for change.  Do what your instincts say no what the norm is.  Ether way, I can always burn the books for heat.

Down at the wharf where the water turns to mud, the lines are blurred and distinctions become an impressionistic Monet.  This is where one world of liquid meets the other solid berm.  The water has resistance but the air has the oxygen we need to survive.  With that, I breath and create.

Cut it a little with water Cathy,

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, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C., Cee Minus.

 

Benedicence of Mine Leads to a Bouffage

We enter B as the second, not because its better, but because it makes for better banter.  In the greater history of the world, coming second is always considered losing.  But if not for the B’s of the world, there would be no winners.

The continued bastardization of language makes me cringe so often.  The Historical which should be Historic in most cases. The Orientate which should be Orient generally.  The pedantic use of too many words when so much fewer is needed. These expressions were once only used by the great unwashed, now they are in common parlance in the media.  I find it hard at times to watch a news cast.

Because we allow the slide, we are the cause of it.  In days of yore, one could put pen to paper and pop off a short letter to the editor, and for the most part get a correction or a mention of thanks for pointing out the slide.  This slide now has become a constant skid.  Not in any row, but throughout.  In marketing, in instructions, on titles, in every corner of communication.  I may may have even committed some faux pas myself.

Instructionally I know I have pushed an envelope or two.  Even up to the manilla stages of erroneous cacophonous chatter. And I quote, “Satire is a kind of poetry in which human vices are reprehended.”.  Yes, at this juncture, theys a’messin wit da lingo is a pass time.

Unfortunate as might this be, it is unstoppable.  The bastardization is a natural progression as the masses grow and the numbers increase.  The fewer and fewer regulations, and less expectance of quality and succinctity of speech, we will all devolve into grunting neanderthals.  In Short Message Systems we have already arrived.

Beat that milk well Betty, I like it frothy.

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, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C., Cee Minus.

Arrondissements About Areas of Appropriation

I delve deep in depths I am not accustomed to.  These are of course hard to find as my breadth and depth of knowledge is unexplored to its limit.  College and more University still in the works for me.  These blathering’s are widespread and pedantic at times, but for the most part just an exploration of what occurs to me daily.  Direction is not something I pretend to portend.

The beginning of our alphabet may appear typical or atypical.  This is not my concern.  The up side is, it looks like a ski hill.  You all know or, try to know that I Skis a bit.  Well, I do the steep, deep, and trees.  You may have seen my spec of a morning run, Yeah, we did some extreme elevation and some slight speed.  Fun is fun as they say in Rome.  Rome in upstate New York that is.

A, the Alpha in the Alphabet, the point where it all starts.  The Alpha Male, Gen Alpha, Sigma Alpha, Alpha Centauri. As wished for the bet will continue through to the last Z.  Zee or Zed as there are options.  My apricity means we near the white months with anticipation.

Whilst others may dither, my blathering will continue.  The riding season near an end appropriately with colours in abundance.  Seasonal changes are for us expected.  Not sure I could endure through the lack of change in countries where it’s the same all year.  I suppose it’s a sign of being avidulous for change.  Not the monetary kind.  Although in recent time I have been presented with both the US penny and the British penny, both an anachronism of days of yore.  Wasting pant pockets in both respective countries in my humble opinion.

I opine regularly and without repent.  It is that which Plato briefed us on in the cave.  One’s opinion can be another’s fact ad the opposite as well.  

Adios Amelia, I want one that is artful.

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, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C., Cee Minus.