🚀 go-pugleaf

In article <TEST%92062412543277@PSUVM.PSU.EDU> you write:
>Listen, strait-set, sunshrike, I have never challenged you.  Never.
>                                             Not, as you'll find
>by reading the minutes, that I care.

Copped, a sticking-point for me, you'll have to pardon, or not,
whichever, it won't affect the fact that this story progesses at
it's interminable rate towards the horizon @nowhere, and that's just
the way you like it.  But, I must, as the self(yrs, not mine)-
appinionated archivist, must simply refer all those with programs
to the subject heading of December 23rd, 1991, where, midday, ankle-
deep in snow and body rye-met encumbered in foggery, both external
and internal as self attempted to recant hexen-rules of plane-
boarding and accurate heresies to which, if pressed, she might
confess, she suddenly arrested her own movements, upset her delicate
breathing, and demanded of the gathered and flighty attendant gascons
(fiefdom audience) for a pristine and unfolded item of stationery
to which she put her green stub of a crayon and scrawled a note
which was, magic of magicks!, instantaneously transmitted via ihres
beaux yeux (Hallowed Time o' the year, all the rage, made adequate
stocking stuffers with only a few instances of Dec. 26 return-line
clamoring (ex libris es verdad)) to this "sleeply hamlet" (JS: slip:
try pulpitations) which proves that, whatever else, she's consistent.
Awaiting: "ah, m'[fish], did that state a Challenge to M? Such
assymtoting of excess baggage which is, as always, whatever you say
it is" or "you have forgotten that self reserves the writ-over to
declare all such declamations to be retroactively unwielding or
unyielding, as one sees fit" or "dear me, the cheating network has
confused itself for itself; and it would deign to take a subject
deadending as the outmodus operating as @whereeverwithall".

No matter.  However, let the record stand; I care to die with it,
as I have many times before, and am so prepared to do so again.
Could it be that, from you aerie, you know of a microchip that might
be programmed to care?  I'd be willing to take the first challenge
meant for me or no (a tad slow but that's ... okay), and only need
the proper return mail code so as not to clutter up yr far more
importune existence.

As performative, though, that time won't let the best of us (you've
done Xjqiggy; how about Iggy?) sysop properly; last Friday, in
reprimand to yr one (1) question, I should have said "359 Zero Data
Picnic", for which ref. consult GR4302's public domain brain terminal.
[GR: I'm at virtue's end; yr non-novel that you've promised? Onword,
son.] Not only can I not spell, I cannot add, either; a fine, fine pair
we shall make.

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H   H                                 (or so she said.)