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Sunday, February 27, 2005

Attention:

It should be noted that my email isn't working. I try to send something, and the screen just goes all deadly white, and at the bottom of the page, the word 'Done' appears, in some interesting use of the word "Done" that I'm clearly not familiar with.
So, to friends and family, I'll make up a new account here with some other provider here real soon, and I'll let you know.
I'm going to an Oscar watching party at Bobby Massage's swinging bachelor pad tonight. Or I might just watch them with The Flake. Details to follow.
The original posting last evening was going to be called 'An Evening With the Chief', and had nothing whatsoever to do with SNL. May return to that one.
Ah, sorry about the botched name check, baby bulldog (odd; I'm listening to "Baby Britain", by Mr. E. Smith right now: "For someone half as smart/you'd be a work of art..."). Alderpark, forgive me brusqueness: it was four in the morning or something when I wrote that. It is true that I have little use for poetry, tho'.
What else? More to come, as is always the case.

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Blogger baby bulldog said...

so, you know this alderpark?
i wouldn't peg you as the type to apologize for your own blog, except i did like the acknowledgement of my name misprint. it's like an awards ceremony all of it's own, everyone watching/reading waits to see if their name will be mentioned. i'd like to mention this: i'm bored and i want to read your new blog, fuck the oscars and get to work.

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9:44 PM  
Blogger Alder Park said...

I am touched. Poetry is reflection of emotion. Emotion is a reflection of understanding. It isn't for everyone.
Bob Hope was and always will be my favorite host. My fellow citizens have scittered too far into worship of these beings. If I find a scheckle or two in my pocket I may take in a picture show. Depends on my old grand dad. When I leave the auditorium I expect the players to remain behind on the screen where they belong. Should they have stirred me I may hold them in my mind to dredge them up when the converstion drifts to the subject. Fodder for junk speak.

9:45 PM  
Blogger rich bachelor said...

Alright, that's what I mean. It sounds as though emotion is only the province of certain special types who speak in some willfully obscure verse, that even when translatable, still doesn't do it for me.
b.b.-I don't know this guy. I thought that it was my distant cousin Ted, and it might still be, but i have my doubts. I think it's just some guy, and that would be fine, except that i think this guy is under the impression that his shit is somehow more profound.
Unless that's you, Smu, in which case, all is forgiven, and how is the other coast?

12:11 AM  
Blogger Alder Park said...

You are correct Rich, I am just some guy. Where you have gone wrong is to assume I believe myself to be more than just some guy. I relate my experience and experiences, nothing more. There is no pretence in my presentation or my understanding of these moments I witness. My observation's may or may not be more profound than anyone else's, but I would think that a man of words such as yourself would recognize a willful lack of piety.

12:33 PM  
Blogger rich bachelor said...

Well, it's hard to hear tones of voice over this thing.
Now-back to work.

2:02 PM  
Blogger connie_ticklegoddess said...

Love to be tickled and to tickle somebody

Me & some of my friends are usually tormenting each other. I love tickling them to death, and they will tickle me back. Thats our trip everyday and when we go out, while we walking into the street going to the park we saw one guy,andguess what happen next? We fucking tickle him until he couldn't breath. He is totally fucked up! Can you imagine my face now?:D...ROFL....

After that he was pissed off at first when he recover. But one of my friend carry him to her house which is near by and she suck his cock.

When they finished I look at him and says: "You want more sweetie?"
He turn back and says: " I've just cum! "
LOL
I says: " I didn't say I will make you cum..... I'm gonna fucking tick.....le........y....o..uuuuuuuuuu!! "

11:34 PM  

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