Eat, she

Passing…

. jul qb V rira gel, be pner, be pner gb gel? vg srryf fnq gb guvax ubj zhpu
. V zvtug unir qbar vs bayl V unq gevrq uneqre, ohg V gevrq nf uneq nf V pbhyq
. naq tbg gverq gbb rnfvyl fb bsgra gung vg jnf sehfgengvat gb jnag gb ernpu
. zber guna V pbhyq, juvyr frrvat bguref unir yvggyr be ab gebhoyr fhpprrqvat
. bu jryy V thrff gung jr znl nf jryy nqzvg vg jura ubcr vf zbfgyl sbe abguvat
. gung jvyy unccra va guvf yvsr abj, ohg sbe jung pbzrf nsgre, nf V nz gverq
. ntnva naq unir ab qrfver gb npdhver, ohg bayl gb rkcver qb V abj nfcver…
. lbh pna ivrj guvf qrpbqrq, guerr qnlf sebz gur cbfgvat qngr, vs V cbfg vg
. bgurejvfr, lbh zhfg hfr ebg13 gb znxr guvf pyrne grkg ntnva.
–g♥
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Smelly

Really it would behoove me to write more, but I do not want to be behooved, nor would I wish to be hooved — though I may in fact be that way, having hidden my ability safely within these undeniable handicap(s).

Perhaps with proper use of some uber-Hoover one could become fully behooved.

I dunno.

… and Kurt is the walrus (entirely different song)…

At some hypothetical future time, it is possible to find more, on the following page (which does not yet follow on this single-page posting). Words, and more of them.
–g<3

Repeating

I’m too lazy to go back looking here in my own stupid blog but I know I have posted this song before, and probably also there was at least one YouTube video of Steeleye Span doing this in some live performance somewhere or other. Point being: since I “shared” this at FaceBook, this is for anyone sane enough to avoid that “networking” site and follow these more *personal projects* such as blogs, and journals, and diaries (oh my).

So without further ado, I do:

Gaudete, hey? :)
–g<3

Titles

Some are more appropriate than others, subjectively at least. Often it is better just to throw all the titles out the window with all the dirty bathwater (check for hidden babies first).

This song is always going to remind me of someone in particular. It is obvious to only those few who have paid enough attention to all the details. With unmistakable hope it is safe to say that the number is not zero, since at least one person other than me will realize how this is exactly the same song that was posted in lyrics-only format, years ago, on another blog/journal/diary that has gone by the wayside.

Like my friend Shelley said about all her old albums (including the Beatles’ “White” album that made such an excellent Christmas gift, way back in 1968), those old journals and diaries and blogs and web sites have all gone to cyber-heaven, where they must have one hell of a computer network now. ;-)

You could say that some of us are preoccupied, like we had some kind of job in our minds before life even came along to interrupt our Deep And Lofty Thoughts (which spells DAFT). And you’d be not too far from the truth.

That’s it for today. Mostly I wished to push the final posting relating to Ms. J. Knapp off the bottom, so it can sink into the mud like the rest of this mess. I also need to verify that the automatic update “feed” for FaceBook is disabled now so that *only real blog readers* will be seeing/sharing this content. I remember how it used to be, when *content* was what really mattered most, and led to contentment.

That is all, for now.
–g