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hi everyone
Aunti N is extremely crabby this A.M. as a result of recent judgments in Montgomery County, VA. so I am going to pretend this is not the case by immersing us both in a little hobo lore.
hobo lore item one is that the Black Twig Pickers are playing at the Cellar tonight. their new CD, "Hobo Handshake", is downright excellent, and I am not just saying that to spread hobo-friendly propaganda. the whole acoustical deal is cradled in the sounds of spring peepers of deep Katuah, so if you are homesick for this sort of sound I cannot recommend this album to you too emphatically.
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this shows that the "Hobo Handshake" album has been given 10 out of a possible 10 mountains for excellence as a creative work.
now on with our hobo story.
muka-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a--ashi mukashi, way back in the day before Traces Library infrastructure had very much of an ability to shelter, feed and clothe the Lord's children, there was a little hobo named Nantoka, who hated shoes and lived in Montgomery County, Virginia.
Nantoka enjoyed reading, writing, and the sort of ambiance that can be found when visiting an independently managed coffeeshop or art gallery. a chance encounter with the Traces Library infrastructure long before the 4-16-07 shootings near Katuah led this Nantoka to seek out the author of a creative work to offer a kindly phrased critique of a work which was in progress at that time. the author was greatly encouraged by this gesture, but failed to commemorate this point of contact by stocking the Shouseki pantries.
now our story speeds forward to the present day, with the work in question still unfinished, both the author and the Nantoka very much alive and kicking, and a third party on the scene to clean up the mess that was left by the vector that went into place when the Traces infrastructure was so carelessly forgotten on that fateful day.
this story needs to be set aside for the moment so I can work on my farming chores but if you leave this page knowing nothing else please know this: if you live, or invest in, the mountains, hills, and valleys of Montgomery County, Virginia, don't be a fool and think that you are too big and important to need help from the Traces infrastructure and other non-governmental entities and organizations. (the less bloodthirsty you are, the more this applies. )
bye, have a beautiful day, thanks for reading. -Suzy
Aunti N is extremely crabby this A.M. as a result of recent judgments in Montgomery County, VA. so I am going to pretend this is not the case by immersing us both in a little hobo lore.
hobo lore item one is that the Black Twig Pickers are playing at the Cellar tonight. their new CD, "Hobo Handshake", is downright excellent, and I am not just saying that to spread hobo-friendly propaganda. the whole acoustical deal is cradled in the sounds of spring peepers of deep Katuah, so if you are homesick for this sort of sound I cannot recommend this album to you too emphatically.
^^^^^^^^^^
this shows that the "Hobo Handshake" album has been given 10 out of a possible 10 mountains for excellence as a creative work.
now on with our hobo story.
muka-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a--ashi mukashi, way back in the day before Traces Library infrastructure had very much of an ability to shelter, feed and clothe the Lord's children, there was a little hobo named Nantoka, who hated shoes and lived in Montgomery County, Virginia.
Nantoka enjoyed reading, writing, and the sort of ambiance that can be found when visiting an independently managed coffeeshop or art gallery. a chance encounter with the Traces Library infrastructure long before the 4-16-07 shootings near Katuah led this Nantoka to seek out the author of a creative work to offer a kindly phrased critique of a work which was in progress at that time. the author was greatly encouraged by this gesture, but failed to commemorate this point of contact by stocking the Shouseki pantries.
now our story speeds forward to the present day, with the work in question still unfinished, both the author and the Nantoka very much alive and kicking, and a third party on the scene to clean up the mess that was left by the vector that went into place when the Traces infrastructure was so carelessly forgotten on that fateful day.
this story needs to be set aside for the moment so I can work on my farming chores but if you leave this page knowing nothing else please know this: if you live, or invest in, the mountains, hills, and valleys of Montgomery County, Virginia, don't be a fool and think that you are too big and important to need help from the Traces infrastructure and other non-governmental entities and organizations. (the less bloodthirsty you are, the more this applies. )
bye, have a beautiful day, thanks for reading. -Suzy
posted by AKA Nantoka at 4:13 AM
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