dexter has developed this thing for plastic bags----he's in the process of destroying a bag of bags that i had bagged up to recycle---i woke up this morning to find them in my bedroom and, just now, he shows up by my chair fighting with it----it's pretty funny watching him grab it in his mouth and move it from room to room----i think he needs a dog---
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3/31/2008 06:21:00 PM
Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.
The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
john northbrooke, c. 1570
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Aw he is sure growing. Our old cat loved balled up notebook paper. He would hit it everywhere and capture it and tare it up.
Paul
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