🚀 go-pugleaf

And where are you now, my M?  Well risen, I should expect, with
the broadsheets shaken up and the spurious cat fed on spurious-
cat-feed, the pleonasms nicely stacked up preparatory to being
mechanically mitigated, the train spyglossed for riff-raff, as,
rilly, you just want a nice peaceful trip, with a few Grove Class
Pressics, in an empty carriage through the Bavarian pinnacles, for
which you cannot be blamed, and now, of course, is not the time
to mention that you bring all the distraughts and distroths upon
yourself, being so endemic and engaging and vexatious, and, presto,
cast them off again in dexterous manipulation of copper wiring and
asphalt.  Tell me: would you, truly, be so lacking in sensibility as
to once again knowingly board a wrong train, not knowing at all
where you'd get to, though, perhaps, that first time, you had a
known detestination ("cognoscible aims", y'know, and I'll tell you
now, poor washoutcome though it may be, that self had none at all),
and merely neglected to foresee how sorely the resultant embroglio
would try you and fail you, vainglory be, despite "[my] very own best
interests" (be)lying in sacroscanting yrs in whatever sirendition
of romantic go-go dancing tunes was in brief comic vogue (during which
dramarring, I've verily had the inbetween times of my life while
hovering on the hasperiphery of yrs)?  And, if you, being completely
and utterly artificial to the point of non-existence, as you will not
omit to remind me, and with, I suspect, the superpowers to delete,
in thunderflash of protectorates and derisive smile, the entirety of
a given listserv at a given time, fail to attain "safe&warm" (which
compound is only as superfluous as your answer (already tentatively
provided in anticipatory retrospective consideration of freedom from
complicating embarrassments, though I'd rather you stuck by the
enslaving grace of "fairly tolerable company") to the previous question
shows it to be), what chance have I (if I wanted a chance)?  Answers on
a pretty postcard, please, to the bottom of yr favourite Great Lake,
whilst I, resting my bombastic hopes on bad grammar, can only venture
"Molim zeljela bih jos jedna godina.  Darling."

H.