🚀 go-pugleaf

If party oops I mean partie A fictionalizes a fact and partie B proceeds
to refactualize that fiction, it is not necessarily the case that
partie B should arrive at partie A's point of commencement: the unreliable
nature of this inverse function makes for sloppy mathematics, if nothing
else, though here&now so much else and elser and elsest to abashedly
murmur through this span of his immortality ("Mother, for how long is
immortal?" "For as long as it tak-- I mean, that is to say, till Christmas,
dear, then we'll ask your father"): drumroll, drumroll, R. B. Fanclub Prez,
sweetie pie, lambykins, wouldya, couldya, smile till it hurts and
lopsidelongs in invocations most solemn and in singsongs?  And there was
a silence in the Killfile akin to that of mornings awakening to wonder
exactly how many minutes were to pass before his customary place amid my
mental disturbances was filled, there to stay till I slept again (Kiddies'
Puzzle Corner: spot the obvious logical error in the above).  Y'know
self expired of chronic malignant metastatic eyestrain oh quite a few
months ago now from over-contemplation of the great lurid-orange-on-matt-
black screenish substance so to whom have You been addressing Your so-to-
speak attentions lately?  Hyposemia, m'dear, hyposemia: <God and the Devil
in these letters> <of credit for future empire> <I am White, Christian,
&c &c> <do not reply at this address>: Horace Gregory being somewhat more
apocalyptic than is his wont; let us therefore go now, you&I, and attend
nightclasses on the gentle UndamnedAncientArt of taxidermy: blow me down
if m'very-dear hasn't lapsed within shooting-distance, [jellyfish], H.