We are Family

[curt]

We don't need another / a new discussion to prove it.

It is as it is.

Let this "fred" (discussion thread) live under the theme .......

long live this family

brothers, sisters, brethern, dogs, cats and birds, ants and flees, water and air and gas and Clare and Jim and him and the window Simm (??) and you and me and he and she and we and them and us and puss (???) and fish and the dish (it's on) and paper and pen.

Yip.

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wtf are you BO

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Henry & Fifth Ltd.

We find your soft Utopias as white
   As new-cut bread, and dull as life in cells,
   O, scribes who dare forget how wild we are
   How human breasts adore alarum bells.

Sell to the classes- dine with the masses.  Sell to the masses- dine with the classes.  Levi’s sister Fanny and her husband David Stern moved to St. Louis, Missouri, while Levi went to live in Louisville, Kentucky, and sold his brothers’ supplies there.  Levi became an American citizen in January 1853.  Henry knew Jewish boys German boys black boys rich and poor boys.  Henry never did understand girls.  N. Thomas Thabo shook his head and smiled.  The old-time Union boss had come to make another offer you couldn’t refuse.  You wouldn’t refuse it either- most people didn’t.  Chaska and Thabo had recruited talented people from all over the world to work for either VonHot or Camp Schatzenputz and their jobs were their heritage.

They don’t need no doctor.  They had their own, the Schatz-Vonhot tribe had become like orthodox practitioners of an ancient religion by 1895 in that they tended to shun all others.  Like the Hasidim in Europe or the Hutterites in America- they keep to themselves.  The Gypsy and Roma girls taught Henry all he needed to know about love and romance.  Or so he thought.  They lived in the forest unseen by most until they traveled the roads.  Lord how Henry liked to talk about the girls in the old country… until he met the girls in the new country I suspect noted Thabo, but Henry was never the marrying kind.  Like old Jubal Early- he had other things to do at the time.  Henry missed out on being a daddy. Made him sad for life- with short temper and sharp tongue.

Promise us all our share in Agincourt
   Say that our clerks shall venture scorns and death,
   That future ant-hills will not be too good
   For Henry Fifth, or Hotspur, or Macbeth.

Chaska the Indian loved animals like African Thabo loved the river life… but Henry loved machines.  Henry giggled out loud when writing to Willie Daimler in Germany about motorcycles.  Their correspondence was often too long and technical to use the wireless and there were trade secrets.  Oath is oath- that is the Truth… but with sacred people, their yes or no simply means yes or no.  A partnership with them is worth more than anything on earth. From coffin to birth it stays the same.  A function that allows form is the name of the game.  Henry was always going on about their fit and finish like they were guns or ships.  Henry was born to serve the classes… Strauss taught Henry how to make the capital dance.   

Miss Pandora Blaskowitz… chuckles Uncle T… yeah we all called you Punta back in the day.  Here is the offer:  you learn to operate the Dart from Henry.  You know what we do by now:  we take the best parts in the world… and make the only ones in the world.  You can see what the people are wearing; pants.  Your factory girls will have access to the best textile designers and fabricators in the world.  Refuse the offer.  Go back to taking your chances in haute couture and nobody will blame you (Thabo grinned).  It’s hard to make fancy dresses for fancy ladies.  We’ll get Henry to fly the goddam Dart even if he’s blind as a bat and crazier than a beerhall rat.  Pandora smiled.  She’ll be a Jenny with yellow wings and take Henry back to the civil war. 

Daisy was right about the blue egg in the old country.  Rue egg.  Fest und snit.  Warehouse. 

I have seen priestesses of life go by
   Gliding in samite through the incense-sea—
   Innocent children marching with them there,
   Singing in flowered robes, “THE EARTH IS FREE”:

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This is a day about redemption.   

[Mouse]

Oh unspeakable subheadings, being across from those beloved ones in solitude.  Utterances beget loneness. In the castle across the valley, where the bishop signed the warrior saint’s life to the flames half a dozen centuries ago, a new treachery has been boasting and flaunting the very lies that sewed our nations in their shrouds. Foreign flags bestrew the churches and the streets.

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Russell Crowe went to the Far Side of the World to make that little dot in the Dao.  We just wanted to get back to The World.  Howya doin wee sleekit.  Love to you still in Old Blighty!   

[waldopaper]

Here ya go kids!  A Toroidal Propeller!

[Mouse]

Four bags of compost are due to be delivered tomorrow, made from bracken and sheep’s wool.  Lovely stuff, I used it last year, and was potting up lettuces  in September, to go on my covered table, when that old cartilage injury in my knee spoke up once more, maintaining its mumbling for months on the sofa, and there dear dog lay dying, only seven, I told her “Go, my darling, see you in Heaven…” as she tried to get into our garden that last time and collapsed on the doormat.  That was November.  In her place today is Teddy, an auburn haired girl like a colossus in comparison, whose daddy is a Neapolitan mastiff.  Her mater is a Bedlington terrier/ whippet cross, like my last dear long dog, so she is that treasured creature - a …………

and here memory fails, give me a moment, it will come….

[Mouse]

a lurcher.  There.

[Mouse]

I used to delight in walking about by day or by night.  Now brigands abound and potholes ensnare.  They are invisible and never spoken of.  Singing has been abolished outside the permitted parameters. Foreign flags flare on the flagpoles.

I am awaiting the delivery of barefooted strawberries. Yesterday the compost arrived before seven, while we were sleeping.  There is comfrey in the special potting mixture.  The geraniums will be so pleased.

[waldopaper]

Reality has become so elastic in America now that it stretches to a cosmic event horizon deep in the Twilight Zone where everything is magically transformed into its opposite. Note The New York Times report on Thursday saying that the House Oversight Committee showed “no proof” in its disclosures of the Biden Family’s international money laundering and racketeering operations.

[Mouse]

Each darling child gathers the years in a garland, and the very moment might have set them free.

[pan]

Pretty much don't buy anything from anyone who is cheerleading for Robert Kennedy Jr. and claims that being woke is a mental illness...