Hells Bells

Hells Bells
Heart of the Heart of the Country
February 01
Book editor, parent, MFA in poetry from a land far, far, away--and a long, long time ago . . . I'm not a psychologist, but I play one on TV.


MARCH 7, 2011 4:16PM

Not Dead Yet

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Really, I'm not. It just seems that way.

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I think "Bicycling through Cornwall" must be my favorite Python. Yours?
I am glad to know that you are not dead yet. I hope your spring thaw comes soon. You may as well enjoy the bon bons while you can!
The foreign phrasebook: "My nipples are bursting with pleasure."

Quoting that line has gotten me in a lot of trouble over the years.
Thank god, or whomever. Nice to see a blip on the heart monitor.
Very good news, indeed, if it is true!
I am in a similar situation and would appreciate advice
on ascertaining
if I am really here
or not.
break the holding pattern — hallelujah
go fly fishing in a bikini
look upside down
the sun comes up.
Hi HB!! So nice to see you! I like that goofy MP that has the poor restaurant going nuts over a man's complaint of a dirty fork.

Oh man, but there's the one where each tries to outdo the other re their poor background. "A shack! A shack! At least you had a roof over your head! *My* family lived in a hole in the street!" :)
Miss you too. Good to see your avitar pop up & to know your not dead.
"miss you guys but too much of a slug to write anything new..."

Ditto. Glad to see you again, H.B., especially through the Python lens ("must be a king, he hasn't got shit all over 'im.") I neededagoodlaugh tonight.
Don't know where you are in the heart of the heart of the country, but here in the heartland in the East Tennessee mountains, Spring has sprung -- so far.