Ne'er fear!...Juan de...VALDEZ...is here...
..long have I watched....waited...planned?...or planed? ...as the CARPENTER!...nay the walrus...of yore...lore...bore...fore!...
..never golf....eschew reason....gentlemen only..ladies forbidden....a sexist proposition....qualifies NOT as a sport...but a sort...
of retort...
when one..(or two)...seeks to baffle the opposite..gender...
...come!...bring me my jam...and fork...that I may confuse the enemy with the application of my...victuals....
Eye...return...
Look again...
the legend reborn....in a far stranger land....
....is he myth...or a man?.....
...santa of clause...bids you hello....adieu won't suffice...as......
.....words fail...
...Hail high watch! From the ghost beyond time...!
...fall far and well said danlo to all....apropos....
..Skyweir....humble aussie......I remember.......
TAH!...BALLY! AND ....WHO?
- Juan de todo los arboles Valdez
...HA!...the legend returneth!..the ghost of the..watch.sees
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Psst, Juan: it's "todos los arboles". 
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He must be one of those punks that don't pronounce the 's's! Burn him!aliantha wrote:Psst, Juan: it's "todos los arboles".
And in the spirit of misspellings based on phonical pronunciation:
Juan Valdez vibe!
'Tis dream to think that Reason can
Govern the reasoning creature, man.
- Herman Melville
I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all!
"All creation is a huge, ornate, imaginary, and unintended fiction; if it could be deciphered it would yield a single shocking word."
-John Crowley
Govern the reasoning creature, man.
- Herman Melville
I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all!
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I came thisclose the other day to correcting my boss when he told me "muchos gracias" in an e-mail. Ay de mi!
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The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"
"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?
"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"
"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?
"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.
Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
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...HA!...the legend returneth!..the ghost of the..watch.sees
....
.... nay....WE persist in the shadows between hours ....
....... and time....ceases meaning.... in the quiet of unbidden ..... expectation ...
---
These cloths won't wrinkle themselves Rebecca! .... And what have you done with the mud? .... All is in entirely in array! -- WHAT of the dis?
HA! ... and THIS is why we love thee ... Never mind the hole-less bagels ... occasions for cream-cheese... every one...
Now ..about this patch of crabgrass ... Hand me the spork Doris ... we've fruitless endeavors to embark upon! ...And a Tuesday to waste with haste! ...
Dare not chasten the lark for its flight! ... All things are made ...aright; DELIGHTed Abigail ... delighted indeed...
.... ... ... steady lads ...the floor is about!
And the laughter mocks the waves in their sway... ... Have we tally'd nary a ho upon Tues very day?
Poppy-phallus!
-Juan de de Valdez
.... Legends & Ghosts never expire...Juan Valdez wrote: ↑ Ne'er fear!...Juan de...VALDEZ...is here...
.... nay....WE persist in the shadows between hours ....
....... and time....ceases meaning.... in the quiet of unbidden ..... expectation ...
---
These cloths won't wrinkle themselves Rebecca! .... And what have you done with the mud? .... All is in entirely in array! -- WHAT of the dis?
HA! ... and THIS is why we love thee ... Never mind the hole-less bagels ... occasions for cream-cheese... every one...
Now ..about this patch of crabgrass ... Hand me the spork Doris ... we've fruitless endeavors to embark upon! ...And a Tuesday to waste with haste! ...
Dare not chasten the lark for its flight! ... All things are made ...aright; DELIGHTed Abigail ... delighted indeed...
.... ... ... steady lads ...the floor is about!
And the laughter mocks the waves in their sway... ... Have we tally'd nary a ho upon Tues very day?
Poppy-phallus!
-Juan de de Valdez