Now ya' dun 'er!

Well Dusty I dun it this time! I told the world via "Facebook" Huh, what's that? Oh look it up.
I told her the "L" word, THAT one, well, the truth must be told 'er die with out tellin', werse yet live with yer truth held inside and anothers heart left bereft, mayhap, broken, alone.
Yeah poetical I know, Dusty, thanks. I'm gonna' hold to it this time the truth, the love and the woman if, that is she shall allow. "The Mare always leads". Who said that? I guessn' I did, well that phrase up there in them slanty letters anyway. I figure the "Great Originator" 'er whatever said the thing about the Mare. (When I said that about the mare as we rode south in the cobalt she who mustn't be named lest the spell be broken, said" Hmm" i think that was a good thing")

Sew much to do etc...

Yup too much ta' write but i got me sum NEW boots .....................

Yup, I dun gone 'n dun it.

But is it my fault? I mean I just walked in ta' some place I been walkin' inta' fer nigh onta twenty years n' somethin's different. I mean it's all the same but the lights are different and the sounds are different and the music's different. Then on Tuesday I aint even drinkin' 'n yet we kin dance, beautifully. Dang nab it all ta' heck 'n back I guess I dun did it. I Never figured it might happen again but there ya' go , Que, No? But I wonder; am I all alone? Yeah, now that one's a sore one, all right. Does she wonder? She needn't. But does she even want to? Damn!
Oh my. I got one a' them telephones n' as soon as I charge it and install the SIM card I'll have a #. YEEHAA! (Sad now.)

Now I've Gone And Done It!

What in thunderation might that there be, Mr. Saddleytrampy? What is it you done "gone 'n done" thissy here time? Goin' back ta' jail now 'r ye'? 'Tnother stupid manuver fer gettin' 'round them thar slippery-like details that you seem so darn counfounded, convinced dont applicate themselves ta' you nor your'n? WHAT NOW, PREY TELL Mr. S/T? I tell you, I'm 'bout ta' bust my britches with curiosity?
(The preceding was an illustration of something we in the industry call "internal dialogue". The Editors.)
The Saddletramp responds: "NO, no more "stupid crimes" fer me, least ways I hope not, least ways, not right now any way. Hey! That's what she called 'em! "Stupid crimes"! 'Course it hurt when SHE said it, what with it being so true 'n all. 'N Dusty, sometimes, it's like you can see right inside my head, it's like yur sittin' in there takin' notes 'er sumpthin'. Now quit it fer a spell! Allow me this litte secret fer a time! I was gonna tell but now I ain't! I'm probably full a' beezwax n' dreams agin, anyway. I got me all on fiddlesticks 'n such like. You go on ahead now an' read that book I give ya' "Leaving Cheyenne" by Larry McMurtry. Sure there's some gun play' 'n horse play 'n whiskey in it. OF COURSE THERE'S WOMEN IN IT! I'm a-gonn'a sit 'n smoke me a Marllyborro, sip 'a sip a' this here coffee I been totin' since Espanolly 'er whatever in thunderation they call that town down there towards Santy Fe, 'n I'm a-gonna enjoy this here organic, peanutbutter, chocolate chip cookie."
(I gotta get me a map and find out where the heck Portyland is. Is it in Maine 'er Orygone)
(More" internal dialogue". There is a considerable amount of internal dialogue in AREA 52)

Hey,if you have a moment please visit this site http://InnocenceProject.org/. . There's a' mess a' nasty stuff bein' done in "our" name an some folks callin' it justice. Yeah lots of it's happenin' down in Texas. Go figure,eh?