Famine? Salmon? What did Mary Chestnut say or write in her diary that should make sense today, that 'died of a theory' should make such sense that
even Nathan Bedford Forresst or Foresssssssssssssssst! should not know in time what is love and what means Nathan Bedford Forest of Cypress Trees, and in pines
planted by Bobby Larkin one day for the Conservation Commission, so that some Richie Rich or plain, some richie, should learn that you do not defend Dresden by
stealing my art, and if I reference a picture it is still my art, and don't send some mere boy to argue with my mother, and who ranked my father, in World
War II. And if Flossie A. Larkin might understand Saint Sergeant Robbydharma, then so also might my brother and his friends, understand that Sally Ann and I
might win a game our mother never taught us, and beat all your asses at spades ...
For Montgomery Meggs, that even in time he should be forgiven for what never needed forgiveness, planting his son in Mrs. Lee's rose garden that such sweetness should not escape her, and him, and all of us, and even if Thomas Harris should besmirch the thing a bit, because our man, my man, showed me Dexter. And so if some of us get om home ome Hindoooooooooooo! on Super Troopers, then should others by some theft which could not be theft unless you pretend that Berliners fervently hoping Barack Obama could save their asses from a Nazi defeat, could somehow also save Hiroshima from a defeat I handed out with remembrance of Nanking? Europe was answered one day, boys, by a picture of Sherman that proved a point and which made Ol' Sam smile, even if just now ...
What argument did Robert Larkin ever lose on the Internet? He's still here! He's not quite so ailin' as he himself would admit he felt and I did feel I was not so long for this life, and here I am renewed, so that all of us can be renewed, and even if Mary Surratt was not a pointillist and should have hanged so ingloriously they taped her legs to cover up their shame ... Guantanamo, boys, is what the New Olio the bran' new Olio! don't walk away from, even if all their legs be taped up to show the sheer cruelty of it, to those in time who could understand, and with or without a Guy Fawkes mask, or a penny ... or a real copperhead in a world that would let it go ... so that Grant's dancing however many movements, should reach Wilmer Heiskell's house, one day.
For Montgomery Meggs, that even in time he should be forgiven for what never needed forgiveness, planting his son in Mrs. Lee's rose garden that such sweetness should not escape her, and him, and all of us, and even if Thomas Harris should besmirch the thing a bit, because our man, my man, showed me Dexter. And so if some of us get om home ome Hindoooooooooooo! on Super Troopers, then should others by some theft which could not be theft unless you pretend that Berliners fervently hoping Barack Obama could save their asses from a Nazi defeat, could somehow also save Hiroshima from a defeat I handed out with remembrance of Nanking? Europe was answered one day, boys, by a picture of Sherman that proved a point and which made Ol' Sam smile, even if just now ...
What argument did Robert Larkin ever lose on the Internet? He's still here! He's not quite so ailin' as he himself would admit he felt and I did feel I was not so long for this life, and here I am renewed, so that all of us can be renewed, and even if Mary Surratt was not a pointillist and should have hanged so ingloriously they taped her legs to cover up their shame ... Guantanamo, boys, is what the New Olio the bran' new Olio! don't walk away from, even if all their legs be taped up to show the sheer cruelty of it, to those in time who could understand, and with or without a Guy Fawkes mask, or a penny ... or a real copperhead in a world that would let it go ... so that Grant's dancing however many movements, should reach Wilmer Heiskell's house, one day.
