Devoted musical servants and the ears that hear them / Pete

[Guest guest]

> Hi baby cakes,

>

> I'm glad you followed me to this den of murderers and thieves. I'm

> glad you can muster enough discipline to write only one paragraph.

> In this way you will be able to reach those who need you must, poor

> idiots like me, who can't read the legalize on the back of

insurance

> forms. You do sound like a lawyer of philosophy. Hmm! There is a

> virgin field for ambulance chasers.

>

> Please, don't ever again threaten us with withdrawing the light of

> your presence. You just got here and we barely tasted the sweet

> torrent of wisdom that flows from your red, tumescent nipples.

>

> Anyway, we know where to find you, you honey muffin, at

> J_Krishnamurti. Sorry if the volume of our posts bothers you,

> although, that is sort of strange, one of your post at JK has more

> words than a whole day of postings here. But your own words are

music

> to your ears, isn' that right, sweet love?

>

> Looking forward to suck your wisdom right up at the source. Yum,

Yum,

>

> Your devoted servant.

 

 

LOL.

 

I know what you mean, Pete.

 

With so many torrents of wisdom flowing

from so many all-giving nipples, the

road of wisdom gets sticky indeed.

 

Your words are music to my ears --

just another bum sleeping under the bridge,

waiting for the torrents to subside, at which

point I'll find out why that

chicken bothered trying to cross.

 

Devoted Dan