Monday, May 11, 2009

Cranky Large Medium reading, 11 May

Go away.

Will you get out? Go. Amscray. Make like a tree and leave. Why won't you go? Oh, you came here to get something from me, did you? Hunh. From me. The pauper on the hillside. Well, then, If you must take my blanket, you'll find the view less than savory, but... oh, it's not the blanket. It's a reading you're after. I do believe I can do that, if you promise to leave happily right after. Groovy, it's a deal. Here you are:
You have solid muscle, not only across the length and breadth of your frame, but also between the ears. You have lots of energy, as well as something of a mercurial temperament. You might have become a tolerable artist, if only you were tolerable to be around. You don't fuss much, oblivious to others and so have a happy homelife on your own, and people think you're reliable and popular -- until they get to know you.
Are you happy, now? Of course not. But, hey, you have one thing going for you - you're able to flex those muscles. That's quite a bit better than what these people have, since, on this date in history, they all became stiffs: Leo VI, Mahmud Ghazan, William Pitt, the Elder, Spencer Perceval, John Herschel, Jean Baptiste Boussingault, Alexandre-Edmond Becquerel, Karl Schwarzschild, Orest Khvolson, Herbert Spencer Gasser, Odd Hassel, Matteo Ricci, William Dean Howells, Douglas Adams, Jules Hardouin Mansart, Chester Gould, Max Reger, Bob Marley, Noel Redding, Dottie Rambo, John Rutsey, Lex Barker, Timothy Carey, Frankie Thomas, Tom Cribb, Fritz Pollard, Floyd Patterson, John D. Rockefeller, Jr., Kim Philby,
Lester Flatt

and Johnny Hodges.

Nothing ever is as it used to be.
Happy birthday, anyway.

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