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It is a Naughty-cal term...erm, I mean nautical. Ya know sailing and pirate-y stuff.

...and that's when they least expect it.

Who shall say that Fortune grieves him

While the star of hope she leaves him?

Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me,

Dark despair around benights me.

Stop putting your voodoo mojo on the weather! It is too hot for November right now!

Bam!

Please wash your car again.

Where will the rain come from then??? *sigh*

OH NOES! Get well soon!

DON'T GO FAR OFF, NOT EVEN FOR A DAY

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --

because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Neruda and Burns should have a cage fight.

Awww I am sorry you have misery but I don't want...kthxbai!

Keeps yer germs! But I will bring you soup.

*dons hazmat suit*

??? You should get busy right now on that....or maybe later!

“My peace is gone, my heart is heavy.”

“We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe.”

That is what she said!!!

Have a Happy Bird day!

Have a Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving!

If we stand quietly enough evenings

there grows a whole company of us

standing quietly together.

overhead loud grackles are claiming their trees

and the sky which sews and sews, tirelessly sewing,

drops her purple hem.

Each thing in its time, in its place,

it would be nice to think the same about people.

You'll put your eye out!

I have longed to move away but am afraid;

Some life, yet unspent, might explode

Out of the old lie burning on the ground,

And, crackling into the air, leave me half-blind.

Neither by night's ancient fear,

The parting of hat from hair,

Pursed lips at the receiver,

Shall I fall to death's feather.

By these I would not care to die,

Half conventi...

A fond kiss, and then we sever;

A farewell, and then forever!

Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,

Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,

While the star of hope she leaves him?

You should be working on your saddle.

Just saying.

Did you ask the DM about adopting my sewing machine? I'll be in today hopefully.

Well more tasks seem to spring up out of the ones I am doing. Uh...hooray?