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  I still believe that one more day of doorbelling would have returned our last Democrat County Commissioner to office, but we didn't make that little bit of extra effort :(

 So, what else is your point? Do you yet understand that your posting style is almost completely incomprehensible?

Dave Gibney Pullman

by gibney on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 08:26:08 PM PST

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You get quoted.

I get quoted.

Jesus, what will happen next?

by dlaw on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:22:24 PM PST

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I think is a path to the mysteries of ee

suppose
between the breasts
gee i like to think of dead it means nearer because deeper
who knows if the moon's
my girl's tall with hard long eyes
if I should sleep with a lady called death
i like my body when it is with your

(ee cummings)

A charming description of a frustrating date.  I do understand now:

"Gay" is the captivating cognomen of a Young Woman of cambridge,
    mass.
to whom nobody seems to have mentioned ye olde freudian wish;
when i contemplate her uneyes safely ensconced in thick glass
you try if we are a gentleman not to think of(sh)

the world renowned investigator of paper sailors--argonauta argo
harmoniously being with his probably most brilliant pupil mated,
let us not deem it miraculous if their(so to speak)offspring has that largo
appearance of somebody who was hectocotyliferously propagated

when Miss G touched n.y. our skeleton stepped from his cupboard
gallantly offering to demonstrate the biggest best busiest city
and presently found himself rattling for that well known suburb
the bronx(enlivening an otherwise dead silence with harmless quips, out
    of Briggs by Kitty)

arriving in an exhausted condition, i purchased two bags of lukewarm
    peanuts
with the dime which her mama had generously provided(despite courte-
    ous protestations)
and offering Miss Gay one(which she politely refused)set out gaily for
    the hyenas
suppressing my frank qualms in deference to her not inobvious perturba-
    tions

unhappily, the denizens of the zoo were that day inclined to be uncouthly
    erotic
more particularly the primates--from which with dignity square feet
    turned abruptly Miss Gay away:
"on the whole"(if you will permit a metaphor savouring slightly of the
    demotic)
Miss Gay had nothing to say to the animals and the animals had nothing
    to say to Miss Gay

during our return voyage, my pensive companion dimly remarlted some-
    thing about "stuffed
fauna" being "very interesting" . . . we also discussed the possibility of
    rain. . .
E distant proximity to a Y.W.c.a. she suddenly luffed
--thanking me; and(stating that she hoped we might "meet again
sometime")vanished, gunwale awash. I thereupon loosened my collar
and dove for the nearest l; surreptitiously cogitating
the dictum of a new england sculptor(well on in life)re the helen moller
dancers, whom he considered "elevating--that is, if dancing CAN be ele-
    vating"

Miss(believe it or)Gay is a certain Young Woman unacquainted with the
    libido
and pursuing a course of instruction at radcliffe college, cambridge, mass.
i try if you are a gentleman not to sense something un poco putrido
when we contemplate her uneyes safely ensconced in thick glass

by noemie maxwell on Sat Aug 26, 2006 at 06:25:29 AM PST

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