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A hearty good day to
all my friends in your quest for a momentary daily diversion from your
crazy
world by enjoying the barminess of mine, today’s picture and
minds-eye memory trip is a salve for sore opticals if ever I saw one.
I have shown you this delightful nugget to remind you that there is hope, that there is some sanity on your free-falling into catastrophe planet, yes a finer picture of wholesome-ness and normality you couldn’t find, tis better to evidence than a basket of pups, a big basket with a dozen pups cavorting in frolicsome festivity with looming eyed kitty‘s, tis better than an annual calendar with monthly deliverances of luverlee pictures of the whip-crack-away queen of all things warm and fuzzy who put the sun in the shade with effortless endeavour, who makes me hanker for a croon on Moonlight Bay, yes Doris Day. Why I’m so fired up with wholesomeness I’m going to partake in a slice of, nay! gluttonously nest my entire visage in a whole, apple pie, and shall watch Calamity Jane whilst, in the style of an innocent youth, riding the arm of my chair like a prairie wrangler and ask, nay demand to be taken back to the Black Hills of Dakota where the pines are so high they kiss the sky. I shall then walk upon folks and be warmed in the knowledge that having assimilated so much of the aura of Darling Doris that I am sure I shall heal all in my path and rid the world of all cantankerous form. Well I swear these fine folks are more wholesome, and apparently more affluent, than that famed north American mountain clan of impeccable and idyllic character and they’re just plain old luverlee. I impart all this not because I evidence a full set of politically correct stereotypical parents as yours truly has no discriminations except against wastrels and bounders who wreak rack and ruin on others in selfish abandon, no its because I do note that your world is far more bizarre than your favourite Loon LemMe’s and is sadly hurtling into global irredeemable utterly selfish disrepair and this gave me a glimmer, yes just a glimmer is all that’s needed, of hope. Tis nothing less than an almost forgotten pleasure to see such folks throwing caution to the wind and having the courage not to conform. What! I hear your shout, "you are indeed a loon Lem", well take that back you bounder, Lem is no Loon, well! yes I am, as is evidenced throughput my bizarre little world, but not in this instance, my senses are in perfect array, yes whilst others flock on mass like covetous lemmings to conform to 'oooooo I’m so cooool' this wonderful bunch do, admittedly in apparent boast but lets not dwell on that w'ell forgive them, dare to be non stereotypical by default, they are so uber cool in their defiance of a decadent society, why I had to scour this picture to make sure non were performing a surreptitious finger of flip but no the only evidence of rougish or wayward character is some cad giving the bunny lugs to an unsuspecting, perfect, pal. Did you ever see so many radiant visages in one place, Nay in your entire life, why tis a rarity these days, your world is filled with souls so tortured by a selfish and more loony than Lem's society that furrowed brows and eyes with nobody home are ordinarily the order of the day. Well I digress and harbour no intent to quell this radient ramble. I did fear for a fleeting instance this perfection was a sham and yours, basking in this wholsomeness could not have borne such, as I did note a potential cad second row far, your, right was not displaying such apparent joy as his kindred kind, is he harbouring an impatient and insatiable desire to depart with haste for a surreptitous marathon session of Resident Evil or Grand Theft Auto, well no, I’ll wager, and I feel guilty doing so in front of this wholesome bunch, tis none other than guilt ridden angst as he forgot to assist those little cherubs on to their picture perch and forgot also to politely impart ‘after you’ to his sister siblings as they all formulated this fine formation. Well I shall embark on a petition able quest to Mr Mandela and his world elders to enlist disciples in the form of this fine family, dearest Doris, the mountainous clan and heck lets through caution to the wind and throw in the Osmond’s and teach, nay! force onto the world the secret of inner peace that all might enjoy a light back in their eyes and not from from the radiating rays of too much untoward internet watch. I did after this picture put forward the notion to the parental pair than I could boost their prolific mass by one and that in doing so they would be saving a tortured soul, if they could consider the adoption or mere fostering of yours truly, either on full or part time basis, why! once a week for two hours on Sunday, I merely wanted to stay cosseted forever in the folds of this fine family and be far removed from all the rather tedious shenanigans in the city and where potentially the only foul words are poop and chicken and where, clearly, love not war is dominant. I admire this fine bunch wholeheartedly and all even more all others who dare to declare so too. Hoping I have basked your day in an almost forgotten radience of wholesome joy. |