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January 24, 2008 at 5:38 AM

My Day Encompassed Shocks and Locks with Many Tick Tocks as Jeffrey Haner, My Imaginary Friend Once Said in a Relatively Unknown Universe Upon the Planet Bederfiedopadia Where the Stars Do Not Show Their Faces Because They are Afraid of Getting Sun Burn, Yes I Know This Title is Long, But They Were Even Longer Sometimes Back in the 1500s/1600s Where My Ancestors Laid Upon Wooden Piles of Sand Like the Stones Before them Which Had No Hair Upon Their Foreheads, But They Defintely Lived Day by Day Where Simple Girls Lie in the Green Fields of Arcahiosmemaistilopea and I Finally Discovered the Lost Ruins of Land Which No One has Found Since the Green Field Lady-dwellers, and There was Buried a Violin like No Other and I Acquired Great Skill Until the Violin was Crushed Under a Chubaka like Animal named Chubaka, and My Mother Told Me My Father Once Lived on the Moon and Came Down Where He Instantly Fell in Love With Her and Many Years Later, Alien Pregnancy is Longer, She Gave Birth to a Girl Who Liberated the Moonafickleteedum People and All Moonafickleteedumians Would Live a Long Life Upon the Earth Breaking All Laws of the Once Forbidden Marriages of Humans and Moonafickleteedumians...I Apologize. It is 12:22am. I Am Writing an Essay. I Am delirious. Please forgive My Childishness, But My Teacher Says Whenever You Get Writer's Block You Keep Writing Whatever Comes to Mind Until Which Time an Idea Pops Within Your Head Like a Balloon Which an Anxious Child Persistently Huffs in Until All Their Hardwork is Nothing but Dangly Pieces of Plastic Trashing Their Mother's Floor.

Oooh, I got an idea. Goodnight Everyone!

And if you think that was hard, read "Finnegan's Wake."

Was your idea good?:-) Watch out for the Moonalitpelliangoblins of yore, as they really do still roam the universe.
boojums remain the real problem.
Be careful,
Burp
Twas brillig, . . . . Go out and have some fun.
Mr. Lecher, they are the worst. My father almost went to war with them but avoided it by giving decapitated Jikaopleters to them. Yeah, my idea was okay; I do not know how the above gave birth to a thesis for Jane Austen's Mansfield Park, but it did.

Buri, never heard of them. They must reside in the glaxy of Yartopadiauticim where the language is Boojumniantimania.
That would make sense, since their called Boojums, right?

Mr. Holzman, Friday is the day I reserved for recreation. I am going to the movies and a cute little Italian restaurant called Terra Cotta with my roommate. I also took on a hobby so violin would not overrun things, I am taking piano. :0) No, just kidding, my loyalties are with the violin forever. I could never successfully devote my time to two instruments.

Have a good time Friday. It sounds like a good plan. Feel free to call me Tom.
Greetings,
`The Hunting of the Snark` by Lewis Caroll. Beware accidently catchign a Boojum instead. Oddly enough you can by it set to the music of Douglas Young with yours truly playing solo part. Still on the unicorn label I think. Wouldn`t recommend it to my worst enemy.
Cheers,
Buri
I never read that Buri. Gotta buy it now, or get it from the library.

Thanks.

Oh, your playing the solo part. I will buy the recording. Cool.
save your money;)
It`s a fairly unpleasnt piec eof modern msuic with lots of scraping and no melody.
Only reason I rember it is Unicorn label wa susing what was then a new digital 360 degree mike . We made the trecording over one day on New Years Eve in an empty school hall. Then we went out and got very drunk. Next morning at 6 I got a call that the new Mike had picked up the rumble of the school furncae and we needed to do the whole thing again. A very hungover bunch rerecorded that nigytmare.
Cheers,
Buri
Now--I'm really going to get it.
I think Buri's recording might actually inspire the return of the Moonalitpelliangoblins — BE VERRRY CARRREFULLL…