Minna and Cate, thanks for the poem compliments... And Cate, I like the Layton poem, much thanks... hmm... it would seem to require another phallus shaped tombstone I'm afraid... Oh, Minna, there I go again, what's to be done?? Poor Minna, Cate, having had to bear witness to all that degrading activity the other day. I would have liked to protect her, but she's got to learn our ways here sometime it seems, and there's no time like the present, as they say...
Anyway, Min, as [BLANK] will learn some day, Dallas is known for one crucial and pivotal event in our nation's history: the assassination of JFK, although I hardly think [BLANK] made it to that infamous grassy knoll -- she should have, though, as she'd probably have liked playing on and rolling down that lush green lawn... My father never liked Texas, actually, although I'm not entirely sure why that was. In the film Thelma and Louise (with Geena Davis, I think, and Susan Sarandon) Louise would not even drive through Texas, just to give you some idea of how many of us feel about the state... And, of course, our most, uh... words fail me, believe it or not (and yet that's just so appropriate for the man)... which is to say, our, uh, president (so called), thankfully known as "W" so that we don't even have to utter his entire name, is of course the ex governor of that big flat monster of a state... Still, [BLANK]'s impressive signatures do much to rectify this whole grizzly matter -- even if, as you pointed out, she's lacking a few notable scratches...Minna wrote: And thanks, it was a nice surprise finding your message. Sorry I couldn't answer you earlier. Have been with [BLANK] this weekend. She just came back from her first trip to the USA. She had been to the Disney World. When [BLANK] offered her a 'Dallas bun', explaining that Dallas is a city in Texas which is... -'In America! My favourite land!' [BLANK] replied. - 'Oh why is that, because of Disney world?' I asked. -'No, because they've got such good music!' - 'Oh yeah, such as...?' - 'Deoung, deoung, deoung.. la-la-la. They had this cool express train of Texas with really c-c-cool music.'
She had bought Minnie Mouse ears and a book to collect autographs to. I looked at the autographs she had collected there: Goofy, Pinocchio (+the name of the man who made Pinocchio), Daisy. I couldn't help thinking: 'Only two missing: Bob Dylan and... you know.'
In any event, you've inspired me, Minna, to do another epitaph (I like the Magic Kingdom entry, by the way), but first I need to do a little set-up here...
Now when the puppet Pinochio miraculously turned into a real boy, well there was the matter of his original body -- I mean, it did have to be buried somewhere... and so a little ceremony was performed, Gepetto (his maker whom you mentioned, although you'd forgotten his name, which is somehow appropriate I think), anyway he did a little dance, some little Italian peasant number it seems -- actually, I'm impressed [BLANK] has his autograph, as it can't be a very popular one, and, well, obscurity interests me (obviously, given the fact I post here), but that's another story... Anyway, here's the dead puppet Pinochio's epitaph, which goes on a rather smallish headstone. But wait, one more thing... I'm now thinking that this little pile of decaying wood shavings should probably be exhumed, its headstone moved, etc., at least when the time is right, since I believe it would rest very nicely right next to Lord Michael's looming tower of atrophied manhood -- that is, when his timeth cumeth... let's see if I'm not right about this...
...LITTLE WOODYMichael, his penis mightier than any sword.
[... as to all these edits, trying to get little woody's story straight has been a monumental effort, oddly enough... I mean, you'd think it would have been a snap...][then I had to figure out the quotes again... I added Min's quote today (the next morning) thinking it really rounds off the whole thing rather nicely... v. ]
