and then our exile

Ammi got me this new writing book from lee valley today. 400 pages of sheer beauty. a cloth cover and a purple ribbon. the ribbon beats all. it's purple, you see. i cannot wait to finish my last ten pages or so of the old one and begin. my pen is ready. is yours?

i'm conducting an imaginary media blitz about the rally on the 25th, these days [poster&handbill]. so far the only places i've hit are the sunia message board. i considered putting in a [further] imaginary reference to the real MC--it should bring 'em on like flies. i have it from reliable authorities, after all, that she was "liek the h.g. at all of sunia." but then after i thought of that i decided not to--Sheehan does live on, but not that much. ^_^ and such mentionings get decrepit after a while. so, no flies. but we must have millions of people. and that means you.

i want to avoid having this glob turn into a specific sounding-board from me to the two or three people who actually do visit. to explicify: good night lc! hello ms! salam yaa ek! guten morgen eh!

babaji to portugal in two days. and ramadan approaches with a sudden approach.
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