🚀 go-pugleaf

Wrong?  Self?  Wrong?  Pardon?  No, I'm afraid things are more
amourned thus: I never wrote that letter, wasn't there at the
time, didn't see it happen, can't even spell "challenge": that
letter does not exist: self wraps self protectively up in wide
black *non*postings and is demonstrably right & invisible:
believe it at that and I'll do all the washing-up for a whole
week, ok?  But, seeing that it has been a full year and several
tomorrows of picnicing under London Bridge, and that the very
fact of yr misreading this protestifies, as I live and breathe,
to yr existentacular corpsoreal state, for which, god knows,
I'm ... speechless, just supposing (only supposing, mind) that
I had decided that an M-less month was vastly excessive, borrowed
a key to an empty terminal-room in an empty campus, trajellically
illwritten the missing document, and was fool enough to oftend to
worry about it, I'd rather lyke to redigress and essashay that
I do care quite inalterribly much, however much of a muchness
that may be.  It's been a treat, a positive hail-storming
wheel-barrowing treat, to see you vacillate most ably from
socitrichologist to gasconfutable see-real-skiller in adornation of
all yr phantomorrows, & you can seriesly kill me on any daze of the
weak: it's a senti-mental disordering, I know, but even Tuesdays can
be made to counterenumerate; if self were disposed to talk to self,
self wouldn't rilly bother, self'd talk instead to the enemy absently
unanswerving, having whom around @always is ... well, it's ... okay.

I checked with next door as to how the "sod off" you spoke of is
pronounced and trounced it forthwith to my vocabuselary as an
excellent phrase with manifold inappropriate uses: sod off, my
love: "idiot" was meant welcomplementary: I have taken note of yr
address and am sending some of those little paper umbrellas that
disintegrate in drinks; I'd be so pleased if you could maybe
autograph them and send them right back, care of (bes)test@come-
back-into-my-parlour, gateways hah!, you've always gone far more
in for fence-jumping: testudinally test@ceous, perhaps ? ? ? ? ?
? ? ?, &, no, you've mistaken tes yeux again: those are not question
marks, not at all; I wouldn't dare.

...well, I might: what is an M., as opposed to a Juniper Sage? --
compare and contrast, clearly resolving the confusion of borderline
fusion; self has lost the track which self never held (with) anyway.

[jellyfish, left over from yesterday],

H.