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janissaries plunged into tuna cans...brown shirted morticians overtaken by hairy hornets...mandibles at..."
Thanks Newengland. My writing has been influenced by the surrealists, jazz rhythms, Jack Kerouac, Bob Dylan (major influence). Any suggestions or criticism would be welcomed.
Writing like that should try its hand at poetry. All you need do is whittle out unnecessary words and keep the startling or unusual images. Just a thought.


Thanks. I hope this reply is'nt redundant. I'm not very adept at computer messaging. I need to apply some discretionary pruning discipline.

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Harolds thoughts in a snow storm.(post 6)
Don't mind Gabs, Harold. She just wants one of what everyone is having, esp. when they're having a good time.

Never heard of Strine (then, there's a hell of a lot that I have'nt heard of). I hope that heats not getting you down. We've got snow and cold here in St. Paul, Minnesota. I'm afraid I would do poorly Down Under. My Scottish/Irish heritage has bequeathed to me a ruddy/freckly complexion. I would be as red as a pack of Pall Malls in twenty minutes exposure to the sun. calm bear klyter.

Never heard of Strine (then, there's a hell of a lot that I have'nt heard of). I hope that heats not getting you down. We've got snow and cold here in St. Paul, Minnesota. ..."
I have a question. I used to listen to Australian Broadcasting Corporation on my shortwave and one comedian they were interviewing said that Americans suffered from "vowel" cancer. I did'nt understand. Could you explain that to me. Tah.

Ta-daaa!
Vowel cancer is a slow strangulation of rounded vowel sounds....it is just as bad in NZ (if not worse) where everyone speaks 'Noo Zild as she is spoke' (similar to Strine but better, because everything Kiwi is better than anything from over the ditch;-)
janissaries plunged into tuna cans...brown shirted morticians overtaken by hairy hornets...mandibles at the ready...reason du jour table d'hote...cream of consciousness soup slurped softly by glassy eyed pangolins.