CORN (pt. x, ch x.) First Draft. 1026.2012.frr.

Imagine all the people in a crisis. They all know that each and every one of them was the cause for this grand extinction. They all knew how complacently they managed to keep the home fires burning. Our chickens, home once again. Our full reaping overflowing barn doors. Apples all around. Apples of every shape size and color. The piles gave off a sickly sweet pungency. The mice roam unencumbered through their labyrinths collecting their fair share of the harvest, too.

The wave of cold appeared early this fall and told of winter's snow and crisp starry sky in the making. The morning woke frozen. Bones chilled; and we marveled together at prismatic fields of grass and flower. Dusted limbs and slim sheets of ice created every turn on our road, inviting us forward all the while. Left here. Now two rights. O'er the bridge and up the ridge. See that stone? Now left. The sun now resting on weary shoulders to lend warmth and encouragement.

Pausing for a moment for a drink of water and a refreshing breath, a good time for my heart's repose. The confluence of angels that had brought me to these moments now began to speak once more...

The Thursday You Don't Want to Have This 2:30

I have to admit, I want to puke right now. I got off the phone with a man who bought a motorcycle from me. It was sold in good faith and I was up-front with everything I knew about the bike. He is having problems with it now and wants me to take it back and give him his money. I don't know what to do. I don't like this feeling. I don't like this part of this Thursday at all.

Uncanny American

"What kind of poisons are these?" Asked Mr. Eanor.

"The're the kind with the impossible dream--

...and the kids in the back room are charging exorbitant fees."
-Les Claypool and his flying frog brigade



I can say with utmost certainty, "Not my finest hour." Things like this will
eventually happen to all of us and for many, already have. I failed miserably only days ago.
I failed miserably in my commitment to work. I chose not to give it my all and instead took the easy way out.
How many failed attempts does any athlete deserve?

-If Oregon was Iowa and corn was cow...

"I got me an Iowan gal
You should see my Iowan Gal.
I got me an Iowan gal.
You may try to win her, but you never will pal, my purebred, cornfed Iowan gal.

I got me an Iowan gal.
She's pretty as a picture, happy as a clown
, benjamin tell me how lucky i am, you may try to win her but you never will pal, my purebred, cornfed Iowan gal.

I got me an Iowan gal.
Well you should see my Iowan gal.
I got me an Iowan gal.
She's got a round bottom i like to spank, she quilt me up in kashmir blankets, pretty as a picture, happy as a clown
, benjamin tell me how lucky i am, you may try to win her but you never will pal, my purebred, cornfed Iowan gal.

I got me an Iowan gal.
Well you should see my Iowan gal.
I got me an Iowan gal.
She's the sweetest thing in this side of Des Moines, she cooks up a mighty fine pork loin. So hop a airplane, catch a train pal, get you-self a cornfed Iowan gal.

You should see my Iowan gal."

...This would be an awesome song to dedicate to Molly at our year 3 anniversary.

Learn to write on this forking note pad. How to avoid the use of stronger than pg-13 language and remember to make jokes of the purest and illest content.

To answer the earlier question of how many. The answer is
simple.

As many as you need to get it right. Get up and keep going. Its a long way to the finish line, and you may not have all day.


Learn to make letters and words shape up and take action.