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Dear Catfish,

They say there is a road to the moon, and we only need water.

Before I forget, in my head this..
How am I supposed to write good poetry
if I can't even eat straight!

I'm so hungry. My big wish is to eat my fill...I do want to have a dream I eat in. Might be cause I dreamt of frostlings.
Hungry, hungry, hungry.
I think it's cause it's almost a full moon or cause I watched that movie.

If you read this, then I recommend to stop eating long enough... until you grow a garden, raise chickens, and have a few cute curly tail pigs of your very own. Don't eat until we figure this out. The food is just killing you and them, before we get to dying. Or if you have to eat, then eat organic.

I'm up to about 65%-75% organic. Now if I can come across some mentally stimulating, poetic, writing, hippy farmer to grow a garden with me, cause I need to figure out how.

My goal is to practice the art of gardening, even if and even since, I gots to do it on my own. By next year, I want tomatoes.

What is going on, it's nuts. Well worth my moolah to pay extra for something healthy and real. I want a real fried green tomato, hold the mayo.

"What is going on, it's nuts."

Couldn't say it any better myself. Even with a dictionary AND a thesaurus.

I wonder how I'll say it,
gonna try to say it a few times in a few ways and see if I can create something to say.

I watched a good informative movie on this, mingo.
Now my food paranoias are larger than my imaginings, as if they weren't already in attack mode of imagining, since I started feeling the ills of what we eating...
A body gets thankful. I'm grateful.

yeah what's up with the food thing ?

yeah what's up with the food thing ?

I wanted to reply to you with some witty remark, but all I've done is get angry on this food thing, lol.

I bought organic broccoli last week, and it was crawling with aphids. I feel like I'm only just learning the how to s.

I'm reading the Merchant of Venice, Shakespeare, and so far a goodie. My friends and I sat out some blankets in the park and watched a theater group do a Shakespeare play last week-end, it was wonderful, they were wonderful. I had such a smile.

My favorite cousin, out of all my cousins, happens to be the one I was an infant with. Of course, I love all of my cousins for their special qualities, but he is nearer.

And tonight I was thinking about it because of family events.
What I was thinking was the type of bond I have with him, is that we don't often need words to read each other's thoughts, we seem to do a lot of talking just by our eyes and then I thought about infants not having words, and that possibly their communication is with the eyes, mostly and body language, expression.

So I thought it could be a unique type of language I share with only him, for he's the only person I've known since we were both without words.

Then I thought of twins, obviously a much stronger bond, but that bond could be partially from being infants together, as well as the other bonds like in the womb, etc.

Thought of looking into it more to see if there is a study of infants' communication, even into adulthood that had been babies together, and etc., etc. some first thoughts I'm thinking on.

I'm here! Yay! Now where are you? ha ha ha see me smiling.

YAY~!!!! YOu can see the Artlogs! WOOHOO!

Welcome home.

Your new friend,
testuser
aka doreen peri

LOL! Doreen! we should have a feast! I've talked my catfish's head off for past two days, unbelievable how much I have to say, really I say very little in rl. Let's eat everything we can think of, I'm starved and let's drink, too.
My catfish says keep a diary and I'm home.

First up is salmon with lemon, broiled and piping hot. What's next?

YUM! Feed me! I'm starving! I haven't eaten for a week!

Sounds delish!

I have to talk to the chef about what's next. He's out shopping at the farmer's market. Fresh! We're gonna eat fresh!

mmmmmmm.....

Dear Mr. Chef,

You're very good to us, very good indeed
knowing full well how we ladies enjoy our feast
such care and we're delighted at your expense
for tonight you've entertained us immensely
appetites gigundo and you allow us to be queens.

Cheffie called me on his cell.
"Hey, girlie," he said,
"what the hell
is goin' on?"

I told him you
were coming for
dinner tomorrow.
Special occasion,
special guest.

He said,
"I got this.
I aim to please.
I'll impress that dame
with the meal so much
it'll bring her to her knees!"

I said,
"Just make sure you
bring some strawberries."