GIGGLING for aTHE SHORTEST POST EVER.

Here's the Gnarpht Art promoted by the gal on at a TwitterDome beGlinst me. While I have to make it longer than I intendlid, I will say, the original setting was a trial to me until I faced my own will to produce an transformative endlure that might not offend as much. And hence the THENCED:

My FAV Video MOMENT for our CLAN's CONNECT to CHILD CLIMBING CLINGER!

So there bees The Moment when....

... we all found solemn and simple for communicatesking some truth that the following week might linger pleasantly and aloftingly thoughtfleur than perhaps any lesser lovely day of the week enPrior'd. Then BabyBJ took the stand....

SOMEONE's SON wasn't QUICK ENOUGH to DETERMINE the PLIGHT of any 5yr old IDEA

Currently finding it hard to buckdown and write a blog when the last one I wrote bees ripped off of the planetaryuld devicing for MY failure to have the aka: BUCK$ to protect them from the complient "DRIFT" against the looters of my fate...too much originality of the thinkski wandlingertz.

So there. Have to just place a photog or picturization to replace YOUR NEED FOR SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT HERE.

That said. I saw a man's complain this A.M. who can't figure out the universe of the son's brain to combat HIS will with project HIS life into their minds that they might have sense of future instead of what HE persists to believe as of no value which is their primative and CURRENT aka: SIMULTANEOUS understandlingertz. Son just don'ts reprimand 'mself as thrFather wills 'm, for he has no need to forgive 'mself for what he didn't known wasn't needing to be accomplished for the simple will to LIVE IN THE PRESENT. This bees how we know we are too and over-drained as well.

KIDS DO live in the PRESENT (but we will NOT to let them, and UNWISELY SO) ...& Currently speaking...we OUGHT to take a lesson from that and cease our struggles to command them hither and thithering all over the place against their OWN life's propensity to SHOUT louder at them than YE wand them to follow YOU with all OUR and YOUR shouting at them as well.

When I heard that Lil Lord FonteelureRoy told....

Now, that TITLE there dont's to have nothing meaning anything with that pict there at the right... and SHE knows it. Neither doth SIR DaVinci know the meaning of life through this pack of pent up hostilities and nerves. Any true artist of the designerly sort can tell us that. Me too.

As a portrait artist with a flamblam for profile study (funnest, easiest way to render a likeness through study of form and proportion)...THIS lil gal (image: upper right of this blog) was not happy to be sitting too idly for too long. She beez a princess all right. But not happy to pose for any old artist that wasn't quick enough to let her out 'to play' as promise for just holding still another minute longer in order to catch a required 'glimpse' of the heartl inside.

And to render a front loader face at ANY level for gift, charm or pay...was at the time not a wise attempt...for the fool would be any artist debunch a character. The little known insult to be fashion'd at the artists full front would jeopardize any civility and harm the understanding of purity as having been provided for quite against any such skullDuggerry.

DaVinci wasNOT a routine back street ScamSeeking artist. He drew with dignity and professional courtesy at the highest levels of decorum where religious propriety and pious person marshalled all to know HOW not to draw one too young-- being overly suggestive of too much contact with a youthful face too early on was perhaps the loss of one's highly favoured career.

Hence to include some other exuberances with youthings, mom and daughter that please the eye to gladden the heart then...realizing someone too late that
children have always provided us with entertaining relief from the stresses of the day... but precisely for the fact that we always gave them the attention/training they willed for gathering and applying to charm us for more of the same. We will renig on that for it ultimately usurps them from learning how and what it was that THEY themselves brought to the forefront that would encourage them to remain at life's levels for adventurosity.

NOT BEING an IMPARTIAL FRIEND is beyond MEEZ

Happening to know that I am a loyal person to whomever I be found at the time...isn't the least of my problems. And more likely that I am not against them ever...and unable to speak against any without another's persplective for needing me not to have the same loyalty against THEIR head as well...

For whence the addage: "Love The ONE You're With" happlends to occur whence 2 o'Dem fellers n felines occur at once...I'm a hadder of the MADD Sort!

Just for yooze that need tuh be known'n such is possiblurt and not against the reality of ONE man, one soulflurr'd person of the persuasion enMedical'd.

Clumsy Chicks aBlonding

What if I failed to observe that X1Ares test they Newly-Cleared upon my perceptive influences late this week...What for is this will not to understand? I didn't WANT to notice it. I went out of my pay NOT TO PLAY their game for 2-3 hours after the very first time they postponed it for another 2-3 days when I played their postpone for that group of 2-3 hours.

And the Horrendous HUMPH is against us all.

For when I saw the needle like aparatii the first time through, I was quickly reminded of the 25 bucks they claimed was "all we'd need" for the first round for immunizations to get around to coming to our neck of the woods where we were informed a mightier and more definitive $100 for a shot would make it a more and dependably TRUSTworthy immunization for deployment into the shoulders and arms of a more robust person to claim immediate diss of life from it's entrapments.

So the second time I was failed in being pleased to see another missile abrusively abrupted from the space of time promised, I pondered...yet how many millions of hours of life are being unplugged from viewing a president's PHONIER pretense to laugh at our ruthless will to see that much footage against HIS heads will for more power in the dollar every time we fail to see him redress and plunder yet another phonier attempt to passageur a bill that should NEVER have been purpose for yet a over the "NET" possiblurts out of Pelosi's triumphantly'd NANCYier NECK than thoust.

We be had in both veins of / by the juggular folks, and we haven't yet heard the message. But we implore our SPACEY traipse to invigorate us as IF it supplied any with a continuuing notion that we were once lead by a more robust and virile and trustworthy group of men and (natch) fewer women to have to dependably lie to us.

Never fails. We get their head, and they purpose yet only the heart.

(PS, the foto? when I found her, she had no clothes WHATsoEVER neither: I drew them onto her for fear of the diss of not wanding her need for clothing too now)

a WORD for the TWITTER'd Blogspottery

I love Twitter. And while I'm sure I know why, that's not what matters. But I wonder how it be that I can't ever find any of my personal friends there. They don't want that much need to communicate with worlds of words and impressions of the instant thinkerry devolving there. They want more than just 140 splaces to align entire congruent statements, and not spliced up and partings 1/2-er'dtz.

I will a helm'd splace be aligned for all facebookers who routine use the same mentality...and just let them place their minds into neutral or auto-pilot, so they can get used to how Twitter DEMANDS just a few bits of moments to retrieve an also immediate comment.

But and HOWEVER...it's the phoney will not to will others to see one's percieved an private comments that they'd prefer held at bay...but for me and my thoughts...we will server aTWittErtz, and that's THAT.