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The word of the day goes somewhere if we recall correctly. — Since it’s also our destination we’ll return to it indirectly. — Ways back in the fifties when in Summer for us it was Atlantic City — the Shriners had conventions when it was cool and funky and not so ostentatiously pretty. — Peaches and Hoss always found something cheap for our vacation. — We’d stay in a guest house for three bucks a night — ride bikes in the morning and the STEEL PIER was a sight. — Hoss always drove and he loved it. — Peaches was happy to navigate. — Though the decisions were made in their group think, — with the budget of a Steel Worker’s wages they’d hesitate — always about spending on drink. — We’ve been here before in the past few months — when attempting to find the reasons we did stutter. — We would say in the past but with yesterday’s digging we reverted when words we tried to utter. — The Urbansword today is Mondaze. And that’s where today we be. — The whole block was represented in clearing the alley — and we noticed the storm took more than just one tree. — It’s back to the Steel Pier for a moment, before we get too far away. — We watched the young woman on the Diving Horse dive while on the horses back she’d stay, — back when we were conditioned to pray. — Gene Krupa we watched, and Brenda Lee and maybe others that slip on there — out of our mind. — Then we’d hop on a ride in the Jitney so we could get back to the Guest House where — we’d take a short nap and get clean and dress up to find — dinner at a chicken or spaghetti place. — One summer we stood in line at Captain Stern’s Seafood and watched lobsters swim where we could look at the face. — At night we’d walk on the Boardwalk in Atlantic City with the antics of the Ancient Arabic Order of Nobles of the Mystic Shrine entertaining and having much fun. — The Salt Water Taffy was twisted and stretched in the window and the donuts were dropped out of an overhead gun. — We were enthralled by the old men in red hats not knowing what any of it meant. — We were Catholics and remained none the wiser — until after our childhood was spent. — We still ain’t that bright when remembering — the thoughts just come and they go. — We’re distracted by almost anything — just like our buddy Rousseau. — We could say it’s reflective of some condition — something that we’re trying to fix. — There are certain times when we can focus, — such as driving and learning new tricks — or creating new projects by trial and error and hope that for our mistakes they don’t croak us. — The snow storm over the weekend helped in seeing what hard work can do — in the shoveling of snow — as we went out the doe — and concentrated on the project at hand. — Though the aches and pains of the back and shoulders and old knee, — we got a new right one that works fine, — come to a crescendo when the work is for the day done. — We kept the jar of parts “Henri the Butcher” removed; he and his crew replaced them with metal detector alarms that go off in a security line. — The Zen of the shovel and carrying snow took the focus of the moment into the work. — When we tried to speak we slurred and stuttered and sounded like an old mindless jerk. — Back at Archbishop Curley the last straw for us and the Catholic technology — of all of those years being brain washed into thinking we were actually free. — We were enthralled by the ritualistic methods and the Pomp and circumstance of collective unconscious mythology. — Once more we continue to unravel — as we go babbling on. — It’s time to return to the shovel and snow before the whole day is gone. — Last night we were stiff and still hurt today — but the ZEN of the shovel may work — to help clear the path we are treading, while remembering we’re simply a clerk. — The Cotton Gin was invented by a guy named Eli Whitney. — He may have been related to the Guv. — Nowadays in the gaudy Atlantic City there are no guest houses we know of — and we believe you won’t find anywhere on the street a rely able jitney — The Street is frozen solid — it got really cold last night. — All of the work by the neighbors still won’t be for naught. — At least this time there was no fight. — The only problem we can foresee — that defeats the purpose of the work, — is the melting snow runs down the middle of the alley since the gutters are damned with stuff and snow. — Say hey there now, where else would it go? — It is February and the Groundhog said six more weeks of winter — here in the City of B’More or Less there’s communication splinter. — What the hell we don’t know no better — a river by day and ice hockey at night if the weather gets any wetter.– We learned something more about the race word and see a parallel to when we were youts. — We were fans of the B’More Colts with Big Daddy and Jim Parker, Lenny More and Lenny Lyles — the only other contacts we had with the coloreds — take this as a period piece — it’s not meant as an insult — was watching the segregated fenced in school across from old Saint Patrick’s — and being robbed at knife point for candy. — Even when in High School there was only one Black kid in our school. — His name was Lance Ambrose and we remember him well. — Lance was one of the smart kids and he didn’t play sports — and we still don’t know what we’re trying to sell. — Back to contemporary there’s no doubt B is still a divided City. — The Sports heroes go beyond race — otherwise it still ain’t very pretty. — The opportunities and education are different for Black, Brown and White and there never seems to be enough space. Busha Josephine worked in the fields and packing houses and her seven children had to struggle and fight. — They had little education, quitting school to help out and work for the family — and the work they all did was very hard — accepting responsibility in some unconscious form of Gestalt. — The one not around gets dumped on — Communication is a gateway to peace — once long ago we tried and it bit me. — It’s a good thing that we’re not the police. — We gather the thoughts while we be rhyming — Yin Yang and pepper and salt; — they work very well all together — whenever it’s nobody’s fault. — Once more we’ll revert to a whitney — And though awkwardly, we have reached the destination of jitney. — Avon calling all the broads to buy the old cosmetics. — What about animal testing when what’s important is aesthetics. — Does anyone ever think about the consequences of their actions: Tickling down or sprinkling up or expanding and contracting — We are idiots, this we know and many times it’s all right there — the proper solutions seem obvious for the greater good — But there are bigger idiots than us with blockheads made of wood. — The simplest of solutions — take a public health care option — the idea of the government competing — with profit making institutions — is absurd as cleaning up the environment where all will benefit without deleting — a river here and Bay over there — and who needs good air to breathe? — It’s something we can buy in a tank — then it’s the government we get to thank — for not doing the job it’s supposed to do with taxes and money printed. — Everyone wants the services and privilege and something simple such as a parking space. — Others want you to kiss their ass when the solution is in front of their face. — Random acts of kindness were once an everyday occurrence. — For us they still are but we have to go far because of neighborly mutually destructive deterrence. — What about the beginning of the industrial age with Eli Whitney? — Who gives a shit — you know you’re it. — The same YELLOW taxi drivers compete with the Private Company to whom they pay money and also gets money from the City, State and Fed as MTA Mobility that also owns the Veolia Jitney. –Rupert L.T.Rhyme

We have our destination and rest stops along the way. — Now we need the material to make up things to say. We know the snipers are hiding everywhere and we’re waiting on some audit. — We ain’t looking for approval though would not reject a plaudit. — Before we tackle shoveling snow we’ll wait for a little “more light” — since we’ve become addicted to the Urban errordite — We’ll plug it in where to begin with their phrase of LCD TRIP — though we don’t watch the stuff no more but even they begin to be funny. — There’s always another addiction to take the place of the one let go. — Beans are cooking on the stove slow cooking for some other show. — Errordite in our minds eyes is what we actually are — though we lack the formal education we still can drive a car. Erudite according to Merriam-Webster is some one learned and we assume with enough sense to get out of the rain. — and know when to get out of the bar. — A little over a week ago we were smashed by a Greek in the ass — and rammed the Jew in front of us — of course we gots no class. — We went to get checked out at Bayview Campus of Johnny S. Hopkins massive monument — and they only gave us Motrin and some muscle relaxers for the pain. — We had our drug days when we were younger and really enjoyed the LCD — there may be an S in there some where but no longer is that who we be. — Of course we take our prescribed medication. — We’re old and do take most of what we’re told. — However, we wish they would stop sending us the pitches for the internet drugs that are sold. — We gots Doc Simon for our physical healing and Nick the Buddha Grape for the Shrink Rap, — and Richard at Patterson Park Pharmacy who supplies the legal crap. — Fortunately we’re on Julia’s insurance since she is our wife. — Meeting her and her others when we did probably prolonged our life. — We get Ginseng Berry Juice from Harding’s Farm next door to Hammer’s place in Friendsville, Maryland. — We hope that helps the diabetes so we can stop taking insulin. — Back to the point of the spammers selling drugs; — we have no desire to go there. — We’ve lost our urge to be an outlaw — since we’ve lost our hair. — Now mushrooms that’s another thing — Shitakes simmered in sesame oil — with pasta and Kalamata olives from Prima the Greek importers — The stock is beginning to boil. — It’s time to go out and shovel so we will stop where we first staudit — It’s good that Rupert Likes To Rhyme. — see we gave him a recognition plaudit.– Finally we are wrapping — closing out the day — every muscles aching — we’re ancient as we have had a tendency to say. — We’ve got a short movie of Rousseau and he’s looking for a mate — he will be two in May Some time he has the time to wait. — He still thinks he’s a puppy so he really likes to play. His Grandfather was Voltaire — We have his lineage AKC. — We haven’t groomed Rousseau this winter for the Realispace of cold. — The snow adheres to his dreadlocks and a short clip is behind a photo of Rousseau.– Realiface is a becoming project — and e-mail if you’ve bought it. — Thank you– thankyou vermuch– now what was that word — oh yeah plaudit–>>Rupert L.T.Rhyme

We’re back to Merriam-Webster with the destination set. It always takes us too much time to figure out we’ve been all wet. — We got over 20 inches and we’re talking about the snow, — otherwise we won’t go there it’s the drifting we don’t know. — We should get something done today — there was a full night’s sleep. — Rousseau jumped up on the bed say hey and told us the snow was deep. — His coat is full and fluffy and he looks like a bear that’s polar. — Before we take him to to the groomer — we’ll speak with our comptroller. — There’s always something more to deal with in this technological race. — Yeah, we said the R word to fill up a bit more space. — We can’t get Merriam Webster to give us a very clear shot — and since we have no personal power, — this is all we got. — We kicked it back to thefreedictionary dot com. — We admit that we’re a dope — but the linking that they offer to the word of the day is simple so the destiny is grope. — It’s complicated is from those other guys the Urbans or the mall rats from the burbs. — It seems they got a Colbert Bump or some others smoking herbs. — We’re in and out this morning with the outside staying there. — The snow is almost deeper than the bullshit — in B’More or Less — now pretend to care. — The computers are acting sluggish and we’re sounding like a dope. — What else is new? — We’ll fix it later, for now it’s complicated to rhyme and grope. Maybe a Comptroller grope is it’s complicated — that is if the thief was caught because they hesitated. — What a day for community service for those who are on probation: Pick up a shovel, darlings, if you truly seek salvation. — Rousseau keeps swimming in the snow and clearing off the back deck — We’re blocking traffic in our group all bundled up inside this wreck. — There’s ham and yam in the oven and there’s no need to smoke no rope — where is the witches’ coven and be careful which comptroller you might grope.–>>Rupert L.T.Rhyme

It’s not our minds be changing — it’s computers rearranging — where the access being granted is a little loose. — We’re back to the free dictionary — with the words that always vary from the other dictionaries — or is it we and AADD who are obtuse. — We feel at home with Merriam-Webster though the Devil did something with Daniel — it doesn’t matter because we are still uncertain who we’ve mythed. — We picked Julia up at work at 02.00 and she’s getting ready now. — In our passing we try to hug and kyth. — We took Tania in at 02.50 — After Rousseau marked the park and the dreams when we were sleeping were fun but dark. — Last night the Guv was at the Cat’s Eye and to get him home we had to stop by for some chicken wings so he could have a snack. — While we were pouring coffee others came in the door and while we were paying there was this young blonde — It reminded us of Paris when we were single and we got a little tingle — We thought for a split second we were Bond, James Bond. — On the other hand we like gin martinis, stirred not shaken like all the other weenies. — Then again we think we seldom drink. — We really must be getting too much older and know we didn’t scold her though she crouched down in front of our walking to display her plumbers crack. — We took a peek at yout though Julia’s nice to look at toot — but we notice that we ain’t entirely dead. — We don’t mean to objectify so we glance and then just walk by — and it’s good to know that finally our brain is in our head. — Edgar Poe called this early morning and after Julia is dropped at work, we will find Poe in his after work hangout — a small bar on some corner then we’ll take him farther Norther or thereabout — to drop off money for his son he cares about. — A responsible adult is in tune with their gestalt — in truth the principles don’t fail — Rupert Rhyme was a cab driver and he’ll never be Macgyver and even he evolved into doggerel jail. — We’re still waiting for Julia to put clothes on though we always miss her when she is gone — We’re really glad we didn’t first marry until 49. –So we have some time for Urban — “Slurring Your Text” — We think they’re joking — B’More or Less is not the Urban these kids be from. — The drunks here are very much drunker and who’d of ever thunker — what do we know? — We find it difficult to use our opposable thumb. — So to get this new day started with a shiver we will pause here with this sliver. — This needs some extra fixing with the metaphors we keep mixing though the Internet Explorer is making a hard way to go. — We have yet to be relaxing with the movements that are taxing and once more we missed Colbert and the Daily Show. — It’s time to hit the road and get some treats for old Rousseau — We will have to take a nap though the bloggerel is not a wrap — It just doesn’t make the sense to paddle up river — So once more here is a rest stop to listen to some beebap — Who are we trying to kid with this other sliver.– We usually don’t do this — come back to another day — but a comment from Ivan caused us to return to see what we had said. — We apologize for making up some words for the sake of rhyme — since today is Sunday and we still must shovel snow. — We’ll still be incomplete like a dammed up river. — So until another time we’ll just leave another “>sliver. –Rupert L.T.Rhyme

“So it goes” said Vonnegut — though gone but not forgotten — his books for us were vulnerary and compared to him we’re rotten. — We always thought his method to be writing in a fashion — that evoked some sacred Mandala – it was how we saw the passion. — Though our limitations have caused us to read only instruction books — we know we should stay out of the kitchen and leave the cooking for the cooks. — Then someone else steps forward and he says oh contrary — Wees gots to make the coffee that can prove to be vulnerary. — Moving right along the page with Julia off to her job — She worked until after eleven last night when she was picked up by this slob. — To make a point that should be made we’ve got to mention Joiner. — Jim Joiner was a friend of ours; — an artist through and through. — We know not if he is still alive but we know what he could do. — Harvey Applebaum once commissioned Jim for a painting of the Last Supper. — Ten thousand cards were printed and on closer observation — everyone at the Table had the face of Jim. — Applebaum threw them all away without so much as seeing — the truth within as Jim saw fit with tongue in cheek creation. — What’s the point we ask us in a mood somewhat reflective? — The we is us and the us is we and there’s no need to be protective. — It’s not at all about some me the one that’s over rated. — I’ll fall by the wayside with the we still being self-hated. — Intelligent design is not a figment of imagination — the chaos spat forth a process, and though mathematically constipated with nothing needed to define sublime, — a chemical reaction: — The evolution of chaos and stardust into thinking human beans. — Some with more intelligence than others — have the ways and means, — to work within the flow of time and natural evolution, — to design something intelligently without some final solution. — The systems all developed with some pecking order — based on natural selection with a fence around the border. — Without freedom for a mind that’s conscious and the ability to learn, — where will the next best chance will come from, for the ability to earn, — “A mind is a terrible thing to be wasted.” — Who was that guy, Dan Quayle? — Freedom of expression and democracy are needed or we fail. — Vote rigging happens everywhere — it’s how the money works. — And if free speech is money we’ll be condemned by the circle jerks. — Today we have our Shrink Rap and Rousseau cannot go — of course we’re mentally ill — the system makes it so. — The problem is the solution — to break out of the box — read the constitution and do away with Stocks. — We are us and they are we and Jim Joiner was the entire Last Supper. — The artist’s hand did understand the importance of contrary. — “To be or not to be?” can be a downer or an upper. — It’s time to pick up Geronimo and later we may see — all the mistakes that we have made and reflect on what for us is vulnerary.– So late are we to go Urbaning — the pasta is already cooked. — We tried to get in earlier — but by explorer we were rooked. — We won’t go there with the definition — we have better things to do — It’s our psychological condition — we’re trying to work on through. — We’re aiming for some “REALIFACE” — Though it’s a project secondary — It’s just another “REALISPACE” — and the work is vulnerary. –Rupert L.T.Rhyme

Once again the destination is the final word and the Title — that presents a challenge for whatever whichamacallit reason that we’ve heard — from within the limitations we have chosen to move along — Chary describes the method that we wander through this night. — Caution to the wind is not the snowball in this fight. — Before we travel anywhere we have to clean snow off of the car. — Rousseau will wander for awhile but he won’t go very far. — When in Chicago we did live, always they would announce, the warning of snow blowing off in traffic could make the car behind go bounce. — The further South you travel the less they are prepared — even in B’More or Less the bad habit will still unravel in your face the snow is shared. — It seems we can’t go much further now or we may end up with something scary. — First we’ll clear the snow then drive the car while being very chary. — That is one sick puppy who wrote that opening statement. — Too early for the Urban Twist — though their VAGUEBOOKING word we could have missed. — The snow last night was not that bad. — We took Tania to her job. — Rousseau is still adapting to not going along for the ride; — he gets some extra exercise in the pocket park outside. — Julia is overloaded with all the cutbacks in the budget. — She feels rather dumped on as do so many other if they take the time to judge it.– The fact that she still has a job is somewhat understated. — With all the cutbacks and furlough days and the Governor could do much better — in implementing programs. — The safety net is a good thing though his understanding is over rated. — Information overload and who knows what not who,– are twisted into pretzels and no one knows what to do. — Since the system has been reflected in a Wall Street hesitated, — when employment goes in the tank the stock market simply rises. — The Devil is in the Details of the workers they do despises. — The latest announcement that we’ve heard is about AIG bonus bucks, — after being given money by the shat on masses what da Fuchs. — This head game that we’re involved in is taking some thigamajig toll — Maybe if everyone quit their jobs, bought stock, they would make lots of money though they would lose their sole. — The thing that’s on the bottom of the shoe — since no more would they be driving. — After losing the car and house, walking is all they would do. — According to the Stock Market the country would be thriving. — Yah, sure you betcha. — The truth is that the investors make the bonuses on the backs of the many — so long as there is fear to monger the masses will do anything to work for every penny. — The house always wins no matter where the game is. — The deck is stacked, the wheel is rigged, as usual it’s the house on top — that’s where all the shame is. — The cutbacks and the layoffs and special big buck interest practice larceny to say the least — perpetrated by the inner circle and the greedy hunger of the BEAST. — The thing that they be looking for is another delusional Bubble — created by a chunk of yeast. — Since the market has gone global, it’s always the little guy in trouble. — Even with the interweb the communication is sparse; — The manipulation of the masses is far from a delusional farce. — If the same old same old status quo of redundancy continues, — We’ll throw in the towel and punch delete and not even say we’re sorry. — Bama Llama ding dong take a hard look around and lead boldly but be chary. What about that word we ask? — Thefreedictionary.com confusion — Stewart has a talking bagel and we merely have our delusion, that everything will turn out fine — when awareness invades the culture — and once again the Pointer Sisters sang, “Who’s Zooming Who?” — now that’s one heck of a line. — The stresser buttons are pushed to the Max — Mad as Hell is our personal phrase of the day. — We soon may be out on the street without communication and nothing to say. — Perhaps the trickle up will work since the trickle down is a failure — We’re all about to drown down here and it really never matters. — The high and low will eventually go when we lose the connecting ladders. — The ladders are already disappearing with the social engineering by Whoreticulture. — The international business world feeds on the anger like a vulture. — We’re fortunate to have our one true love — the one that we did marry. — In the chaos of the other worlds and nature we proceed but are still too chary. — WHAT THE HELL ARE WE DOING? — We’ll be switching online dictionaries. –Merriam-Webster was in our childhood when we believed in Santa and tooth fairies. — Though we feel we’ve been complicit — out of sync with thefreedictionary daily word we be with screwing — we’re not retreating from the challenge though our grammar be atrocious — and the doggerel precocious — in the practice seeking of some balance — it’s something useful we hope to elicit elicit. –Rupert L.T.Rhyme

EVASIVE MUMBLING though defined as tactic — in the Urban Dictionary — they ain’t be from the Urban we B’Less in, it’s everyday matter of factic. — Famish from the other page on which we play — seems as though quite contrary — to informing a new word of the day — directs the pen to us dummies as an antiquated dictionary. — Therein is one of the many situations where our attention is diverted — though it’s good to study history for disaster to be averted, — the problems that we face this day are with broader responsibility in almost every decision. — As we have learned from far away, — and it may only be opinion, — USAmericanese is the language of business and very bad television. — We’re old and fixed into some routine but we’ve always been a change junkie; — we’re fortunate that where we are now is Julia, Heather and Rouseau’s flunkie. — And we enjoy the job with love. — We’re doing what we want to do and quite unlike the Amish — technology appeals to us from minds, to shoe, to glove — and we hope for the constructive mind of ideas and possibilities to never be allowed to famish. — The possibility of learning that we can enter another phase — though as yet we have no clue how to get there or which God to praise. — Take a pick but choose a side is the obvious trap to fallen. — How can a side be chosen when the earth is round we live in? — The past tense of the word of the day is still very much in use, — especially in America with a place to eat on almost every corner. — We’re still famished in every kind of way — and speaking for us “The Crowd Within“, we be generally obtuse. — Now is the time for all of us to get back to other work and end this doggerel abuse. — First we’ll have more coffee and because we’re feeling kinda clamish, — we’ll maybe toast a bagel before we pass out, bite our tongue and famish. –Rupert L.T.Rhyme.

Fillip is the word of the day with a few confounded meanings. — “Street Creep” is from the other guys about WALL STREET anger leanings. — Not to be forsaken to do this every early morning — It’s too late for a cup of coffee and too early for a nip — the person must really be a Street Creep if for service they fillip. — Moving on in daylight, we ponder the beginning. — of the daily drill of practicing to reach the destination. — Though it matters not, if we get there with no losing or no winning. — The first coffee of the morning and we’re feeling very grateful, — even with the pounding of the shoulder pain still for dinner we had a plate full. — We listen to the radio with NPR the household favorite — it’s the inflection of the voices and the coverage without insinuation. — No longer do we read the daily paper or watch the local daily news — with the exception Jim Lehrer, Jon Stewart or the Google headline blues. — Japan is having problems and Haiti is in tatters. — Though Haiti has had very little, a little less still really matters. — What’s the deal with Cuba? They sure could be a stepping stone — for the Caribbean economies and to give the dog a bone. — The symbiosis of the cultures that remain diversified, — Is all about the people not the leaders that have lied. — Throwing money at our problems here is what we have to do — ask the very wealthy it seems that, that’s what they do too: — Paying off the lobbyists who are paying off the pols — keeps the money in the pockets of the few and opens up the holes. — The Money God is running scared because the Earth is pissed — Gaia hypothetically is something lately missed. — To get back to Joseph Campbell and comparative mythology “Religion is mythology and mythology is other peoples religion” — 101 sociology. — The journey of the individual is not watching telebision. — We served to Julia coffee, juice and oatmeal with a smidgen — of blueberries and some yogurt to add a twist and fillip. — We don’t know if that’s a proper use besides snapping fingers, oral sex, a pinch of thyme, or climbing a steep hill up; — The stimulation for some — is torture for some others. — We need not think for very long if we’d rather have our druthers. — For some very oddball reason we’re having trouble with our focus; — not the car it’s just a rental, since the Cube is quite disabled. — On Thursday we were wedged inside a sandwich with Rousseau, — who stands here wanting to play outside, because in the Focus he cannot go. — After taking Julia off to work we might return and make some pancakes with some syrup. — Maybe not — since we only said that to end this passage with a doggerelic fillip. –Rupert L.T.Rhyme