definitely a word that should NEVER have been lost from the english language:



"glowffin"


means: blinking on awaking.

as in, "I woke and did glowfinn, thinking how i missed my Admiral"

Anonymous. c. 1300

5. This World's Joy

WYNTER wakeneth al my care,
Nou this leves waxeth bare;
Ofte I sike ant mourne sare
When hit cometh in my thoht
Of this worldes joie, hou hit goth al to noht. 5

Nou hit is, and nou hit nys,
Al so hit ner nere, ywys;
That moni mon seith, soth hit ys:
Al goth bote Godes wille:
Alle we shule deye, thah us like ylle.

Yes, daddler your theory is correct but not complete - it's survival of the rattiest, the fittest - but the particular survival strategy is has developed is to sleep in the jutting lower jaw (aka lower bunk bed) of the permanently open mouth of the cat, snuggled on the tongue. this keeps it warm, slippery, and well-lubricated for fossicking in tricky bins, and also imparts something of the cats 9 lives to it, though in the case of the deformed Lewisham cats, their genetic mutations means they don't get just 9 lives, they get fourteen, but seven of these are what are called "part-lives" in that through each must be endured a congenital affliction so profound that its chromosome deficiencies mean the cat cannot be classified as part of the feline species at all; indeed, some taxonomists (and taxidermists) believe that during these half-lives the thing that the cat is falls outside the animal kingdom altogether.

to thinky hazzy:


i dont know, im ok. as i get one abit, grow up or whaterver, is ee thourgh a lot of stuff. i sort of had my heart broken mashed about and vaguely reassembled into a heartshape past fwe weeks. yeaht thats quite a goof summary. distactng myself tright now in useful anger about the corn price crisis and its lack of basis in physicality, bgad. i hate the capitalist marketplace. ok rave done.
"as i get on a bit" that should have said.
maybe if i could just get myself and pound myself flat and then take a humanshape, a cookiecuttermanorwoman, and stamp the man and woman shapes out of the dead dough, make the little toileticon simplified images out of my yeastless flatbread unleavened pounded pounded limbs
smile like a flatfish out of its sidelong eyes
the smile involuntary, a mere factor of the way the sharkmouth or snakemouth or dollmouth is set in the head.
so the radio helps with its worldwide horrors of scale.
sad, to be so solipsistic, as to take comfort in the shockingly disgusting,
sad, sad.



[largely respecting das fambly]