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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Jacques Chitte who wrote (43559)	12/16/1999 4:27:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

Hi, Bubbles. <<<will there be a "web-enabled" time between your current travels and the Tour de Hipjoint?>>> I think I know what you mean. I am wondering too. I think: I hope so? I think it would be appropriate? "Appropriate," there, is a peculiar word. pec uliar. Not what I'm thinking. Words aren't coming to me. That's pretty weird, isn't it, considering the past. I mean, not that they were valuable words. If you fall off a horse, you're supposed to get back on. (Except Ms Ish.) But what if you fall off a horse, onto a railroad? Or into a bag person's shopping cart? Or into the Grand Canyon? And the horse then goes and gets something to eat? They'll do that, horses, when they realize what they were doing is not what they're doing anymore; and that there's no one on them. If there's someone on them, they'll usually stay in one spot, squeaking, and look for grass, put their heads down, and try to scoot over there, a little sideways, or maybe one step forward; but they won't wander off three quarters of a mile. Wow. This is ironic. Words are starting to come to me. Holy shit. Holy horse shit. The horse left me a present. Hmm. I have to go to the lung doctor. Maybe I can come back later. I think, if I put an exclamation point on there, after later!, maybe I would be forced to, come back, even though it feels completely stupid, now. Like pulling the cart with the horse in it. I think part of the problem is that the completely objective mind, or what I want to call that, thinks this is an insane activity. For several reasons, I won't go into, but let's pretend, or poke around, that they're good ones. But sometimes, LIFE, Life, IS insane. And sometimes, not. Almond joy. Uh. ~ Sometimes, the nuts are beautiful. Lively. Sometimes, they're not there. Or meaningless. Where is Life? I don't know. I'll look. Hoo. Hee hee. ~ Blind Poindexter Rolaids