Ahh.. Me ‘n PALs in the Isles

Can’t stop thinking about those days and nights. The clowns I met on the beach, my lost shaker of salt, the pop-tops and flip-flops.
Erasmus‘ busy writing worthless code; the thing checks mutton sales totals daily, but it’s out of date till next fall Who cares? We da sheep… (It itself suggests alternate sources of info.)
Ekatarina, bronzed but with plenty to bronze who somehow attracted Ira-the-beach-boy’s eye.
And the hot tub, an ‘OPR‘ bells & whistles model. Churning water never going anywhere real. Summer blurrs on…

MUSE: WE SAT IN ‘OPR’ A HOT TUB SPIRAL. I MISS ‘EM: ANTIGUA NITES: ERASMUS MADE BOTS, EKATARINA MOWS SORGHUM. (UH..GROSS WOMAN IRA TAKES TO BED)
A.M. SUMS ARE SET IN AUG. IT NAMES SIMILAR IP’S BUT TO HARP ON IT AS EWES? UM.

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9 thoughts on “Ahh.. Me ‘n PALs in the Isles

    1. solberg73 Post author

      Well El, I might be getting better at it, with so much free time at my new dead-beat job, waiting for quitting time (details mebbe later)
      My goals personally are to make them conversational, long, and full of enclosed wisdom.
      Need to organize a good hundred other ones, now on disparate sheets of paper.
      To my modest credit, this mental-exercise/ constrained writing is just what’s advised (and routinely neglected) for folks suffering cognitive decline. I can no longer keep ’em straight and running in the proper direction simply in my mind. But at least I know the truth.
      Btw, the lambs invited to this slaughter were disappointed when I confessed that I just needed a “WE- word. So much for their dreams of a deep meaningful friendship. ‘Antigua’ felt much the same, an’ I feel chust awful ’bout it.

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      1. solberg73 Post author

        Fixed; and your vision is noted as ever. I do make unexpected errors lately. Just so they do not become the expected norm. My eyes (acuity) is as good as normal now, which allows me to ‘see’ the processor’s errors in all their ignominious glory.

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    1. solberg73 Post author

      Ah, am interesting fellow/ Few people know that his brother Clyde now Reigns in the forest, having Clawed the Reins from some Clod, who now Runs only the fungi desk. Birds are now scarce, as someone Clued in the Wrens before the putsch.

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