To: Ilaine who wrote (49950 ) 5/3/2000 1:39:00 PM From: Gauguin Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 71178
Really? Who cares? Hee hee. That's only seven words, a seven word sentence ~ that would take some astounding multiple to answer. Not that I'm a complex person. Not like Lather, for instance. He's got a whirr going on in there. Like a spark toy. Hoo boy. I just think of all the petroleum, barrels of oil per day, that are used to keep that going. You know how, you're thinking, and you think of something, but you tell yourself you're not going to turn on the light, because it's the middle of the night? Well, eventually I have to, because no matter how hard I try, I can't remember. I try key words, "just remember one" ~ but I have to write that down. On goes the light, off goes the light; on goes the brain, on goes the light; on comes the little voice that says it's the middle of the night ~ Leave the damn light off. I am embarrassed to admit I think I started out a little slowly, because the first note here says, uh: "Paul Bunyan wasn't real. That's the amazing thing." I think it had something to do with something else. More than face value. I hope. Yah; I'm pretty sure. I don't want you guys to get the wrong idea about me. Then there's a dividing line, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ and it says: "Molasses flood." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Then there's another dividing line, like that up there ^, and it says: Suffo Kate ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And there's another note, about a cliff. That one I remember what it's about, a little. But there was a whole concept, a whole line of thinking, new, that I was sure I would remember, that started the whole thing; and it had something to do with the way things drizzle down, and looked really interesting and deep to explore, and I can't remember it. All I see is the inside of a brass-type tube with water draining out the far end. It was like a new branch of analysis, to me. A perspective with torque. It was before I turned the light on. Usually that kind of thinking makes me laugh, though; and I bob up to a ridiculous level, where I am comfy.