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Succor says in time of need it’s the help that should arrive — such as the help in Haiti that keeps a few alive — in a very different way than us spoiled Americans have with eclectic diversity found many different ways to play and come up with solutions. — Anyway Rousseau is happy and more and more Rousseau drives and comes a long. — He visited the Cat’s Eye to give the Guv a ride and listened to the night’s last Jazz song. — That seems to be his favorite music except when Julia sings — though opera is her favorite she’s succor and operatically linguistically eclectic. — From the morning shower peace she brings. — Though we should never tell her birth mother — Heather’s better than the other — reason that she gave her up at birth. — To pursue her own career — in opera singing out of fear — of marrying an Irish Catholic ex marine. — Heather hasn’t found her sperm donor Father’s family — Her birth Mom is crazy enough — and we haven’t got a clue what the Irish Catholics would do — since the Dad is Deady he could turn out to have been evil Freddy — and Evil Amos is already plenty tough. — “Business Buzzed” is from the SubBourbons — they call what they do are definitions — though we have our own suspicions — that their jargon is a slangatory slur. — Since the reference that they choose — is more than one “word of someday” that they use. — Thus for us simple minded “word” becomes a blur. — We have no wish to become eclectic within our group confused Selectric — there are already too many choices of a view. — Rupert likes To Rhyme and he is no less than a cheesy curd — and makes his doggerel choices based on a rhyming word. — Quite often he’s not successful — with belief that would be too stressful and he wishes to give every enigmatic sachet of doggerel its due. — Yesterday was frightful never ending until DEElightful when Julia came home from work at a decent hour — For dinner we made Frittata — with asparagus and olives Kalamata — After the kitchen fire we got another cast iron pan — and we’ll try to catch it if we can — so as not to lose any more of our silly rhyming cachet. — It’s surprising how a scoop of chopped garlic provides an eclectic succor in an egg sachet –>>Rupert L.T.Rhyme.

Still we be and get the tingle — with every opportunity to mingle — with the outside world of chaos walking through the outer door. — Breathing in the air and coughing though the trees have yet to bloom — the storms have taken well to pruning — offing a few lost trees that were meant for doom. — The Springtime chores present the changes; we must work inside the fence — a small oasis in this City of little intellectual recompense. — We feel the dirt between our fingers and plant new beginnings of possibility — while trimming and planting despite the difference — of HOW to cope and park with neighboring senility. — The gap between the simple culture of understanding what recycling does — in a microcosm of mindset segregated what it is is what it was. — Rebellion is a natural response to what the rules are dependent on — the war between the classes are unbalanced with the color coded form. — “Midnight Munchies” of Sub-Bourbons paragraphed with fast food chains — takes us to a deeper passion of really we don’t feel your pain. — Africa and Haiti and Chile is a little more than a Texas dish — in this day of political correctness, do African Americans do more than wish? — The system is tilted toward the white devil even though he may be on the street. — Instead of watching trash for pickup — out the window, under feet. — This is not meant to be a ranting there is not much about which to rave. — It’s time to do some mindless chanting — first it is our hands we’ll take time and lave. — Languor with the morning coffee without the smoking cigarette — one puff a way from three packs a day — we must never ever forget. — UNLike the holocaust in Germany — Rwanda doesn’t matter — or Burma — isn’t that shaving cream? — It’s only lack of money makes us sadder. — What is truth we ask ourselves — since there is only point of view and honesty is a wet dream. — Unless a building falls on your head — this you know it would be true — but then the circumstances or the cause that made the effect — and always wonder wonder who — all is fruitless speculation, questioning without any due respect. — Conspiracy or incompetence, pick from column one or two. — The machine of creating the accepted truth is stuffed down a goose throat for pâté. — The goose is cooked for someone’s dinner without a thought for the tortured prey. — Once upon a midnight dreary we were very hungry — Jerry of the OC Boardwalk Lemonade stand grabbed the fenced in goose by its neck and tossed it into the Pontiac. — We drove to the apartment on the canal cut off its head and plucked it out back. — The Goose was dead with a normal liver — feathers rained from the sky of Ocean City and mingled with the bay side tide. — We shaved the goose with Burma shaving cream and stuffed it with creamed corn and stale bread. — We ate that goose for a late late dinner or early breakfast and spent the whole day in the head. — Was that an act of brutality to have met the food before the meal. — It was very tasty and no guilt or sadness needed to conceal. — Survival is reason to kill; — not for fun and profit. — What about all the genocide that’s been forgotten enough not to stop it. — Many politicians are running for the hills — retiring or hiding out — while the population gets sugar pills — instead of public health care they only talk about. — There’s a whole new group of lobbyists being trained by the pâté eaters, — to forget about the genocide of the lead ingesters and Walmart Greeters. — We’ll mingle while we languor and wait in line to lave. To vote against equal rights for all — who be da master and who be da slave? — To find a way to reach our destination — and be consistent in our daily drill. — We think we must revert to jingle — spewing out our daily swill. — Though we get no compensation — and we languor throughout the day — there’s only one thing left to say — without further hesitation — we’ll lave, walk Rousseau and maybe with the masses mingle.–>> Rupert L.T.Rhyme

We have an inclination to finish at least one sentence before we fill Rousseau’s breakfast bowl — Anyway, it’s a left ear thing and then we have to listen — Rousseau’s legs reach the back of the chair and he fixates on our left ear. — Rousseau does communicate in many ways, including inducing fear in anyone who doesn’t live within these walls when they approach the door — Rousseau has a very strong voice, — though usually when riding or on a walk, it’s the other fellas choice. — Rousseau is an exponent of Play and smiles and wags his tail, — That is until the other guy expresses aggression — sometimes kindness really does fail with preconceived impression. — Most of us are like that in some extraordinary way — aggression meets aggression as though inside a “Toilet Mummy” jail. — Locked into a public cubicle where someone has been before with an inclination to leave a mark while locked behind a door, covering the previous scent such as when Rousseau lifts his leg. — Though the dog intends communication through P-Mail in the open — the human bean intends separation and really can ya blame them. — These dictionary sites where we fetch a word of the day — are beginning to make things more difficult in a competitive self-serving way. — Dicts.com wants a sign in and Oxford seemed to put out a word of the day that otherwise can’t be found — “enneagram” — a nine sided thigamajig with personality types all around. — Or so it seems we must remain flexuous and Rousseau has his breakfast bowl filled. — He’ll munch on it throughout the day — it’s almost as though he’s skilled — in the workings of his digestive tract — with a nibble here and there — never gorging until he’s filled. — Peaches taught us to clean our plates since in the Great Depression she had little to share. — The cycles that we’re going through in an attempt to improve our mind — is nothing more than practice in consistency to find — a common language of communication to see if ever we can get the point, — that seeking is the here and now and the choices we anoint — for the enneagram inside us — whatever the fuck that means — it could be what happens in basketball when overshadowed by Lurch — especially since it’s found nowhere else we’ve searched — and we have not that inclination to be an exponent of those who count the beans. — it is our inclination to simplify exponentially in other human scenes– as we push the rock back up the hill to where there is a better view without any need to kneel and repent — for our flexuous inclination to be for everything else an exponent. — In a word we’re done. — As is our inveterate drill — we seemed to have lost the Will — to let go of a habit unrestrained — by any sense of seeing — how impertinent we’re being — though we’re using bigger words we feel the need to be retrained — though we’re still done. –>>Rupert L.T.Rhyme

Everything is racially motivated or ethnically crass — what fun would anyone have if there was no opportunity for the sass — “Poor, Poor Pitiful Me”, Linda Ronstadt sang the song — that made her into a great big star — correct us if we’re wrong. — Whining is always popular, self loathing is a trade — what good is mediocrity if we can’t brag about the mistakes we’ve made. — No, no — bragging is the wrong word — it’s sharing of experience or to take it from the Sub-Bourbons “self-defecating” is wallowing in ones own shit — while in repose eating Bonbons. — Perhaps they didn’t put it quite that way but there’s no reason not to make fun of it. — On this road we travel — attempting to live in the moment — which doesn’t mean like Rousseau does “we’re here now what?” — it’s more of knowing where you are and accepting your surroundings, no matter if you’re pissing in some jar or waiting to unravel — appreciating this is really it and it may not come around again — Like Groucho said, “You bet your life.” The life of a journeyman. — Free Trade some say is killing us — that’s just another excuse.– it’s the greed at the top unfulfillable with fealty to none but the obtuse — that sit around and scratch their heads like we do and say what is the problem? — When the answer is the question and the logomachy is a too loose caboose — to hammer home the talking points of the Conservative Agenda. — Are Americans really that stupid? — Hell Yeah, you bet we are. — Give us a TV and a gun — tell us we’re the greatest and throw in a great big car. — There’s lots of work that needs to be done — and we deport those that want to do it. — It’s still cash flow that make us go but the hoarders of money say screw it. — We’re falling into a structure of we ain’t got no class — the hobnobbery of snobbery deserves a lot more back sass. — To sell out to the trickle down where the money is made by stealing. — Tack on the fees and kill off the worker bees and do it all with pretentious feeling. — People will do anything to keep a paycheck coming. — The power rests in the hands of a few. — What are we thinking when we keep drumming — the greatness of a system failed, — rewarding the greedy few — and why weren’t Bush and Cheney jailed? — What’s a free country to do? — Give bonuses to bankers and reward the cowardice of leaders — who pretend that it’s for the good of the people with fealty to none but their own peters. — There are things that need to happen to make the dumpster stew — first go through the dumpsters and hold your nose while you do — Trow da good stuff, that was all mixed in with the garbage, separated — into da pot with salt and water congratulated — by the very experience that there always is another way. — Pangloss said it’s the best of all possible worlds, don’t worry man? — maybe that he didn’t say. — It’s almost Spring and the world is crap and the earth is shifting its Axis Ass — Rousseau says it may be time for another journeyman, with honesty, fealty and a bark or two he says it all with sass. –>>Rupert L.T.Rhyme

Suffrage is the first word of this day, though not for everybody. — We link to the actual definition since the word of the day is daily — and it took us time to figure it out as we Rock around the Clock with Bill Haley. — We would wait until later this morning to begin the daily doggerel — but later is the Shrink Rap with Nick the Grape and our foggerel. — So what about that suffrage and the strangeness of the English language, — the first thing that would come to mind if we knew a little less than we do; — we believe there isn’t much of a gap between the numbers 1 and 2. — Since suffrage adds another vote or at least the right to do — does that mean it’s the others who suffer because they won’t vote like you? — “Shopped” is slang from the Urbans about manipulating photos creating a separate reality — something done by the Quasimotos, whom we believe played for Notre Dame for the Gipper as the hunchback — a position nevermore ordained since the Colnel changed his lunch pack. — Merriam Webster gave us LICIT and now it’s time to get more sleep at least for a few more hours to wake and serve tea to Julia since we live in a brand new age. — Julia makes all the money thanks to women of the 19th and 20th centuries still fighting for rights and power –and still at this very odd hour — we don’t quite get the word suffrage. — Though we’re quite happy that women are complicit — in making money and rules that are licit. — We detoured to Oxford English for a splash of seltzer since dictcom’s word was didactic and we were there the other day. — Repetition is often necessary for us to retain attention but to overdo didactic would take away the fun. — Leave it for the English to add a splash of seltzer. — The Yorkshire group and Jonathan would think it just as well, sir. — Eventually this game will change, since we’re under therapy and later we’ll drift back to why we believe we stuttered until we were 22. — Working on the mayopia website and thousands of photographs “Shopped” is still a priority — eventually making the REALiShit a place where others can exorcise that circle of reality that always goes on around while waiting for the bus or train when no one makes a sound — The shadow knows that suffrage is a universal need to create a world that’s licit for the freedom of ideas — and since it never was our intention for didactic, sir or Ms to sell yer — We gots to work on other stuff after we take a Bromo Seltzer. –>>Rupert L.T.Rhyme.

We are surely failing in our wailing or is that braking for the Whales — one is bowing to a wall — the other feeling rather small — as once again the humans step up to the plate for survival sake. — We started rather early and erased what we had written or is that deleted with the simple finger click zinger break. — We gots to see the mouthpiece Milo though he’s older than the Antarctic snow — and we never really know from where he comes and goes. — We know we’re just a little slow but all the ramming that we’ve taken — from those in cars and trucks not brakin’,– it’s our mind that can’t regroup not to mention all the pains never completely gone less than to and fro. — It’s as though there is a target on the vehicles that’s decisive — and the attacks that have been made have been para-normally accidentally incisive. — The Transmogrify of “Talk in the Third Person Day” put forth by the Sub-Bourbons is a dilemma when already there are more than three. — Thus Transmogrifically speaking and no secrets we be keeping we are already in the third or fourth person when we say we. — Though it’s late and we’re not done yet — the other word that we did just get, “eructation”, of course, Aunt Francy comes to mind. — Though Julia grabs some good ones from the contagion of the big guns — Julia can eructate without all the beer. — We’ll give her other credit and we hope that she will get it: — Francy was National Bohemian and Julia La Boheme and much more melodic in her transmogrification education now they’ll escape the role divisive — us and them is never incisive. — It’s from the other end we transmogrify the atmosphere with our very own eructation. — Thus we wallow in confusion of whom some third person may be and should we do it as a soprano or eructation like Aunt Francy — perhaps we lack the incite than do other than transmogrify any situation with an intention to simplify even though it may not be an accident they eructate their incisive ability to transmogrify. –Dey thinksDey gets logomachy.–>> Rupert L.T.Rhyme.

A late night or was it an early morning not beginning until after 0100. — The snow in the City is piled and dirty — where the frozen mountains are we should not flaunt — We gathered the Guv at 0130 and his decision was an early morning jaunt. — There was nothing that unusual — the U-turn was a U and not an L — as we have once defended our innocence and the judge agreed the justice as well. — The SipNBite has changed their potatoes from home fries to hash browns with a better look — Obviously pre-frozen and packaged in some factory — though the sign says still Homey Cook — since 1948 — and opened 24 hours with occasional shut down for cleaning house. — They’ve even remodeled the restrooms and lighting and never have we spied a mouse. — The Guv and Us waited for Tania — until it was time for her to work. — We took her uptown where she continues at this hour, seven days a week without overtime pay she works for a jerk. — Though illegal is the practice, this is B’More and much Less is known — about the practices of a “Free” country, — where opportunity abounds for the absurd and Demo Crazy clone. — Anyway, we got the Guv inside his domain close to 0330. — By the time we got home and walked Rousseau, — it was close to four and we weren’t very wordy. — “Cracked Screen APP” is from the Urbans — reminding us of mistakes we’ve made, — attempting to connect or understand Young Sub-Bourbons, (accepting that mostly they drink too much) — and cost much more than the value given for the money spent that we have already paid. — Nothing that we do or say is meant to be didactic or filling — in this doggerel bloggerel we daily do. — Another thing about Chile and Haiti and we may as well mention Albuquerque too. — With the plates Teutonic moving, — New Mexico is still our favorite State. — There are far too many commercials for California grooving. — Hang on a bit it may be too late. — Marketing is an important venture but be careful boasting of wealth may come back to haunt. — We know nothing and are learning little — but we’re a little tired from that early morning jaunt. — Temporize the photographing into clips backed with song and impressionability the pictures graphing — the more we take the more we’re wrong. — Effective filters give momentum to what is otherwise defeat. — We never look at pictures taken until we take the time in our editing seat. — Usually we shoot without looking — pointing, clicking every space — eventually we’ll evolve the booking into something called “Realiface” — Thousands and thousands of photos we’ve never looked at, though in passing we could have shot burning toast — passing through with attention driving, automatically focused, fix it in post. — Reality of the space through passing — is a moment frozen in time — otherwise did it ever happen like a reason that doesn’t rhyme. — Is the point of view out of focus or is the focus off the point? — Is it all just hocus pocus and why are noses so out of joint? — When at some stage we become able to create the web sites we’ve reserved, — they will be open for public posting though we’ll know nothing until the sites are fully served. — Continuing a slightly didactic doggerel jaunt we patch together 2006 for size. — But in the meantime, in between time, all we do is temporize. –>>Rupert L.T.Rhyme

“It’s a trap!” — Of course it is. — That goes on without saying — the rudiment seduction ritual of gaming and the preying. — Waiting for the addiction to take over the lower nature of the group think of belonging to an after market concept without learning history and the details and asking why there is an asterisk? * — Or why is that star upon the page? — Perhaps there is some double meaning understood by only some Sage? — Isn’t that a herb or spice to chase away evil spirits or something stuffed inside a cooked Turkey. — In China dey gots no Turkey: It’s another circle chicken jerky. — Pablum with an upper case “P” is a brand of baby cereal but since it is a word of this day the meaning becomes ethereal –and since our learning education is simplistic and rudiment — at the beginning of a sentence where the “P” is upper case, — we should combine the two meanings given with the utmost attention to fortitudement — trite, naive, or simplistic idea for a brand of soft, bland cereal for infants. — * Hence we add the asterisk or star69 for the spammer (213.5.71.12) but this interweb thing don’t work that way and why would the brand name be # one? — Or is that a pound? — They must have paid a pretty penny. — Though we’ve never watched it, — in “Southpark” do they still killkenny? — Rousseau was checked out at the Vet today to see if he has any neurological damage, — from his recent walkabout in the snow and to see it what is his Ham Age. — He also has a record now as a criminal. We would really like to know who the person was that tried to grab him up — and then reported that Rousseau bit him so. — Now Rousseau’s got the street cred. — We said it before, “Don’t fuck wit us.” or we’ll get a dog that does shed. — Two people called the day Rousseau journeyed — one from animal control. — we hung up on her and her accent after months of verbally harassment — from people in several different countries — and what Clarice meant when liking Fava beans and Rice Krispies. — How far off the mark is commercial viability — unless there is a sponsor — for the sponsor of a rudimentary public option health care bill with an asterisk that tax payers are stock holders of the country. — Instead of hundreds and hundreds of pages of Pablum — or is that the infant cereal — that keeps the power in the “public” sector where the “public” companies go for the “public” kill — off the high risk “losers” like Adolph wanted to do — or is that some meat tenderizer? — The insurance companies and their “Death Squads” determining pre-existing conditions — and the lobbyists and the legislators and don’t forget FOX pundits with logomachy positions. — We gotta have something better to do before we throw a disc. — So we’ll end our rudimentary - pablum with a *69 {it’s what they do: mutual teabagging and Nutella Jar reaming} — asterisk. * — *** –>>Rupert L.T.Rhyme

“Skitter” sounds like competition for the tweety birds or freaks — We know we’re missing out on something because Congress thinks it speaks to the masses who they think they think that their hip — replacement has gone well. — it’s the A.D.D. that helps along and we’re all going straight to hell. Do tell?– “NO STALK” sounds like a hermaphrodite exposition where the confusion can be averted by releasing inhibition — and accepting the evolutionary cards that have been dealt the inquisition of a freak. — Remember that you’re twice as good and have no reason to be weak. — We will always keep an open mind that evolution grants new meaning — to the concept of the possibilities of packaging redeeming — all the virtues of duality though bringing it together and seeing — different ways and means of living and simply being. — Waggish — has been dealt onto our page by good ole Merriam Webster Dictionary, — describing much of what we do as we skitter along in our Doggerel Bloggerel canary? — Yellow prose not poetry and certainly not hip hop — that would be a death sentence hippity hop, oh please do tell — that now is good as any place that we should maybe do stop as we skitter along while losing our place in a method that’s quite waggish. — Quixotic — in our waggish skitter with a cup of coffee by our side we thought they busted (9213.5.71.12) for the Spam they slip inside hidden meanings with some code of unethical behavior — sounds like terrorists to us like a thought declared a Savior. — We’ve heard Jung would not be a Jungian though Abraham had no choice but to be a Jew — the earlier territorial wavering kept one connected to the few. — Would Jesus be a Christian — today? We doubt that very much. — Mohammad would be a comedian but his followers have too lost touch. — Buddha on the other hand found solace in his hot dog roll — when he became one with everything with stardust as his soul. — The quixotic choices of burning bushes, which is what should have happened to the last American Bush league president — depends on how much fear you have and where you are a current resident. — Human Beans as Joseph Campbell said are the eyes and ears of Some God or on some South Pacific Island a coconut head drives the hot rod — of imagination — and ain’t that just a kick — like Democrats and Republicans say “We’re not that far apart — just Sick.” — And though we quote him often having connected with his POOP — There is no way we have to say should we be dumped into any Campbell’s Soup. — Everything is an influence and a way to see life through — and then put it all together and we still get Dumpster Stew. — Back to “NO STALK” from the Urbans and we’ve created paranoia — with snipers and lawyers and insurance adjusters hiding everywhere to manipulate and enjoy ya — twisting in the wind as the wind blows to and fro — in our waggish manner we still refuse to Twitter. — Afterall that’s said and done how about with “REALISPACE” we’ll superficially SKITTER. –Rupert L.T.Rhyme