[meteorite-list] A Thesis on Lurking PROSE -delete

[David Freeman]

                             A thesis on  meteoritic lurking.

I feel a compelling advancement to withhold perspective and muse.

Judgmentalism seems obtuse, liberalism like a puddle of muddy water 
surrounding the perch-rock, a rare carbonaceous sitting in a puddle of 
siltaceous stew.

Moldy cottage cheese-verbalizm, linguistic-spam, over cooked spinach 
days old in the Taku arm; gum disease, consumption befitting a lower 
food chain based reptilian omnivore to whom this is a very satisfying diet.

Dirt is dirt whether from one source or another. Ashes to ashes.
Determining why the word analytic starts out with anal;  and deeming a 
smirk;
very appropriate to a  hungry blind pond turtle.

I think that I shall put a messy purple ink well at my keyboard and dip 
my  delete key finger to the sign of denial and withholding.   I shall 
blatantly display it to the screen. The court of morality is of dilution 
and stay-at-home-ism. Let the wolf eat dirt when the meat has been 
consumed by the liberal turtle who stalks from  the muddy pond. Old 
spinach digests well in the slow world of the turtle.

Dues:  dues to the roughshod pony riders who taunt and ride into the 
darkness.  The white sheets of light are but paper cloaks for a light 
wind and rain to expose the flatulence of pomp.

May the Tagish Lake and the Nantan hold hands and walk away in agreement 
that tin cans tied to a string are but historic rabble and the muddy 
green turtle pond will even silence their ambitions.

And one day...even the mossy turtle shall abandon his putrid pond, don a 
sweater, and move on.



Dave F.