i hereby declare that all slavic languages have no place in my blog. i have my reasons. i could go into them here, but some of you already know why and the others might think they know why but really don't. so there.
and now, to outline the great pony rescue program:
ok, there's not a plan just yet. just climb over the fence, get on the white horse- who i swear was LEANING against the barn the other day, as though enough was enough- and leap over the fence in a fantastic display of liberty and honest american individualism to ride off into the sunset together. then we'll part our ways- he'll go on his pony self-realization trek through the rockies and i'll probably walk back to the farm to dutifully start work the next morning and share my mystic journey with farmer dan. friday morning dan found a lone cantelope remaining in the field and we breakfasted like kings.
now comes the time that i dig around the pile of yarn i have and make plans for winter gifts. make your favourite colours known now!
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Grand St. Wants some strawberries mum.
Brudder.
Well, I can not speak to Slavic languages
And the consternation they may cause…
Mainly because, I can not speak Slavic languages.
Hell, I seem to have enough trouble with
The language I do speak…
Yes, yes, carpe pony! It is the literal and
Metaphoric lynchpin of your existence!
Not that I really know you or anyone well
Enough to say that staging a pony prison
Liberation is the key to expediting propinquity
To existential sanguinity…but it rather feels
Like it is.
Good luck!
Favorite color….hmmm….chartreuse! no wait. Aggggghhhhhaaaaaa!
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