It must either rain or snow 300 days of the year, at least. Am having a Hell of a time trying to submit my last huge collection (OUR collection, really) to The Guild, so I e-mailed it. I'm trying one more time on another browser, but I'm not holding my breath. It's already on this blog. The emergency poetry rescue?
I had to clean it up, some. I think I got rid of all the duplicates, but there still are misspellings, and all kinds of syntax errors with punctuation, but it's first draft stuff, and I am in no mood to do any more mass editing. TRUST ME!!!!!!!!!!
There is also so much going on in the world, but the news is like. . .slower than molasses on a cold winter's day in Antarctica in comparison. What are they NOT telling us? And of what is being told, what is TRUE???? Canada doesn't want to test the milk for radiation because it's not relevant? Huh! More like it doesn't want to destroy the dairy industry, which is much more important than peoples lives. I mean, there's more profit in it, no? At least for the fraudulently elected officials receiving the bribes. After all, such is the way of politics.
Well, those who want to be poisoned a little less slowly and extend their lives by another 6 months can boycott the dairy industry, OK? Whatever, not that much can be done, except for eat more miso, kelp, and google for more information on what foods protect against radiation. Vegetarian diets help. If you think this is even worth living through, that is.
Sure would be nice if the governments were honest about it.
Sure. The day that molasses runs out of the jar on that cold winters day in antarctica like a downside up glass will empty of orange juice in the summer of Sudan.
I can't WAIT for that last week of April. But I suppose I have to.
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