alass this can not be true....shirely you have the power of youth... and the wisdom of experience...and the...oh never mind

I downloaded this to my portable music thing after your post last week.

Best decision I ever made.

Do you see this Hossman?..ThebbyTwoTimes?







What more heavifence do you need???


Someone tell the commission on remission to convene now....tell them MortyRetorty has gone of the record here for LF.



This thing must be done.

I hear the music....it is pleasing to the soul & soothing to the spirit within...


thanks kind sir

you tell them


and that has always been a favorite of mine....whiter shade of pale that is.

Oh forget it.




It conjurs up wisps of long hair...don't ya think?

Hips that sway and legs that delay.




Are you with me?





Do you notice the droaning descending plunge of the bass...that is almost equal to the lead and not so underneath?






Can you hear it?








A requim mass for the brokenheart?






An aphrodesia or anesthesia?









It pushes the egde in many ways....aye?

I am in your behoovenence to know this.


I had a feeling it would be so.

Overstepping boudaries should not be a worry.

Morton exists in a state at the very edge of what we know of as The Universe.

And is it that you knows this because your place on the dark side of the moon gives you a view of that edge?

Turn Away and Sail


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She tripped in an entangle

Turning over all the more

I was sitting up high

But felt like on the floor



Things were getting deeper

As the spectacle blew me away

They called out for another act

They came in disarray



It would come to pass in the days to be

A heartbreak turned into a tale

That her dance so exotic

Would turn away and sail



Her wounds told of a season

That can never be

I drifited off into my thoughts

Bu could not set her free



One of many wonders

Who were dancing through my door

Although my seat was way up high

I still see my way down upon the floor




It would come to pass in the days to be

A heartbreak turned into a tale

That her dance so exotic

Would turn away and sail



Please sit here

And share my place to the end




I AWARD MYSELF 10 PIES.

I too, award myself ten pies. and maybe a cookie.

I have no direct means of observation of the edge. Morton is like Dark Matter.
He does not reflect any visible light or emit any electromagnetic energy so that he might be detected.
This is all inferred as mathematical interpretation of this and many other threads posted by Morton.

And I thank you.

santa on a practice run

shown by the nose of red

oh they were out just for fun

but someone pushed the sled


santa turned to face the rear

to see what he could see

so he did and with no fear

he exclaimed DOWNTOWN DOLLAR BILLY!


what brings you here to us

my little running friend

billy said what's near to us

and I like running from the end


the reindeer laughed happily

santa petted the horse of heart

billy snorted daffily

enjoying his new start


it just wasn't going my way

said bill and promised to never part

i am happy to lose pat day

and have a brand new heart


and joyess times would multiply

little ones would count anew

for billy's shadow adds to the sky

as he helps bring toys to you

ha, that was great!

I am immersed in a sea of thudding ....you have become a new board budling

Excellent historical reference.

I do not deserve your praise....but at the same time ask for more.








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Perhaps CajunHO will give to you some nookie.

And it always turns to sex.