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Could you give us a link so we can take a look at Graeme's writing?

I know you have posted links in the past but I didn't see one in the LAST few pages on the LAST post thread.
 
There's a blog, three times a week, called The Decarie Report. It began as a criticism of the Irving owned newspapers in New Brunswick, the worst daily newspapers I have ever seen. But far the largest parts of my audience are in the U.S. and China - with substantial parts from France and Germany. So now it's mostly on world affairs.
The stories that gave me most satisfaction were two I wrote for Reader's Digest some years ago - "Mr. Herbert D. Johnson's Florida Soiree" - and one whose title I have forgotten - it was about a 16 year old who played with me when I was just seven or so. Bertie was big kid, severely retarded. Even a little kid could see that. One day, when I was walking in the lane behind our flat, two arms in khaki scooped me up. It was Bertie. He had stolen his brother's draft papers and joined the army. He loved walking in those boots and hearing his heels click. His family said it would intervene. But it never did. Six months later, he saw his first action. His squad was pinned down by machine gun fire.
I met a man who had been with him. " Bertie was lying beside me. He was cryin'. Of course. He had loved marching. But he'd never thought of the fighting part. Then he jumped up, and the machine gun cut him in half. Craziest thing. When he jumped up, he was screamin' for his mother."
He was buried under his brother's name. The family said they would fix that. But they never did. They got several thousand dollars from the government - and spent it all on liquor within months. Years later, I found his grave, and got a friend in the Canadian government to change the name.
Right now, I'm close to finishing an autobiography for my children.
 
Oh - a warning to all. I move on Jan. 30. And, on that day, I am arranging to change my internet provider. That may cause me to miss a day or two. Bu weep not. I'm going to a far, far better place than I have ever known.
 
C'est fini ... or St Phany ... the old Brits took this (Fanny) as a hind end whether you faced it or not the curves would tempt you away from straight lines as laid out ... do you have a beef about being jerked out of last position to begin again elsewhere?

Pho' netics count ... listen to the beefs about net-flicts ... flying boos? Complex metaphors to disallow collective concerns about overall destruction ... and thus all but a few (ethereal) won't see ID coming ... God's desire to shut the system (BS) down ... de athe part of man a' Tous parts ... NOSH-ite, no eat, the constitution fails ... but there are amendments and add-ons (add ND AUM) so there must be Moor ... blends in right over the horizon! Chop, chop ... Suee ... Suee Ze a compost made up from things above and in the dirt ...

Could be just word, or a word of the just out of here ... often that essence beyond wiles, dedicated by Webster to define intelligence that is beyond the overtly irrational ... considering both sides allows Ba'aL antes ... and old IQ'n ... destroyed by Iconoclasts ...

Where do thoughts go? Tis mystical space ... like psyche real people fear IDe ...

Did Graeham stash IDE or is that just hoard heis moving ... collective chitz?
 
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Then Y2 could be stuck or staid as a node in God Gnus where ... an unknowable mode when viewed from within the system ... thus outlandish parts ... beyond the emotions and irrational world ... or whirled as spun? One must aspire onwards ... sometimes in an others out ... A' Deis to recall in the dark?

Considering the confusion about (A') as being with or without ... is this enough to turn "Dei" inside out to see the shadows there? Perhaps A' Gnus of dei ... the dark's IDe once rite Inuit! Kohl ego'loos for inns that match Isis Kahns ... something to kick about in real streets but not in the abstract if you can imagine what returns as repose ...

Cover the subjective lightly ... leave no tracks or harm ... just whispers of Pye Nin ... core virtue of the needled trees of epistemological branching off ... nothing should strangle this affect ... and please pull the shades and Hues along ... by the leg'in's if required as consequence to the ongoing needs ... always someone pulling a fete intuit! Thus alien dimples ... sinkholes in space that caused Einstein Curios ... power to cur his interest in AD'm-ist ... that foggy electron cloud ... it continues eve un to dais ... ague Stoe the quest ... sometime resting like Methuselah ... an original gassy as Salome ... a source of sorts ... with vapor pressure ... vespers!

A good Ba'aL aD will move them ... do to the unseen spiritual content ... they just don't know what it means ... when gather Din the bouels ! Are gurgles in the gut ... good, or bad Syne, regarding conception of crappy desires ??
 
There's some slush now, but the ice is gone.
Tens of thousands of people in Moncton lost electricity in the storm. But not to worry. I was not one of them.
 
Creepy ice ... the basis of a slippery conspiracy? Some people are crept (creepers) out by certain themes, plots, and plans for unconventional activities ... to bog Anning for ancients?
 
Last -
I'm last to mourn and fast.
And time is almost past.
My lot is cast.
But, oh, I am aghast
At fasting last,
As no fast cast I hast.

Bethanne, try to raise the intellectual and spiritual level of this thread.
 
Graeme Decarie was once last
However that moment is long past
he was clever and witty,
now it's a pity
he lost his place and is now aghast.
 
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