lau wrote:
I think, Chuck, that you should get out more often.
Oh, no. You do get out. I'll rephrase that...
I think, Chuck, that you should stay in more often.
The second worst peotry in the universe is that of Azgoths Of Kria. (See
Vogon Poetry.)
I see.
And here I was thinking that you had awakened to a new level of absurd precise-randomness this evening. Which for me is morning. This is an old
previously written absurd precise-randomness thought poem.
I have always fully expected that you shall one day come into the cafe' emitting light beams or some-such thing. Beeping a message of salvation. From the ordinary. To those of us who are far gone enough to receive it.
Just waiting for that day.
(...or has it happened already and I missed it?
Or
maybe...
you have been emitting all along, and that's what we are actually doing here at the cafe'! !! )
Now you can write the book
Lau's Message of Salvation from the Ordinary. Fill it with precise-random chapters of precise-randomness. Include beeping light beams.