Again today the little girl came along dang doggedly with her knitting needle steel-blue knitting needle. She knows I t get up out of this chair theoretically and sticks me, here and there, just to make me yell, tle girl from down the bloewhere. Once I corrected her sharply saying "dont fods sake leasure is there hearing me scream like this?" She was wearing a blue Death of Beethoven printed dress and white shoes which mama had whited for her that day before noon so white were they (shoes). I judged her to be eleven. The knitting needle in the long thrust and hold position she said "torment is the answer old pappy man its torment that is the games hat Im learning about under labo?ratory ditions. Torment is the proper study of children of my age class and median ine and you dont matter in any case youre through dirty old man t eve out of rotten old chair." Summed me up she did in those words which I would much rather not have heard so prettily put as they were heless. I hate it here in this chair in this house warm and green with Social Security. Do you know how little it is? The little girl jabbed again hitting the thin thigh that time and said "we kly how little it is and even that is money down the drain why dont you die damn you dirty old man what are you tributing?" Then I ex?plained about this neer here sprinkled with rare lies and photographs incorrectly captioned accumulated along a lifetime of disappois and some fun. I boasted saying "one knows just where nerves cluster uhe skin, how to pinch them so citizens jump as in dreams when opened suddenly a door and there see two flagrantly. . ." But I realize then her dreams are drawn in ways which differ so that we ot read them together. I threw then jam jar (black currant) catg her nicely on kneecap and she ran howling but if they e to object I have jab marks ienuation. tle girl from down the bloewhere.
The reason I like to read this neer here the one in my hand, is because I like what it says. It is my favorite. I would be pleased really quite if you could read it. But you t. But some . It es in the mail. I give it to a fellow some time back, put it in his hand and said "take a look." He took a look took a look but he couldnt see anything strawdinary along this neer here, could. And he says "so what?" Of course I once was in this business myself making neers in the de?pression. We had fuhis fellow I give it to to take a look some time back he that said "so what" is well educated reads good travels far drinks deep gin mostly talks to dolphins click click click click. A professor of ethnology at the Uy of California at Davis. Not in fine a dullard in any se he couldnt see anything strawdinary along this neer here. I said look there page 2 the amusing story of the plain girl fair where the plain girls e to vend their wares but he said "on my page 2 this neer here talk about the EEC." Then I took it from his hand and showed him with my finger pointing the plain girl fair story. Then he eo read aloud from under my fihere some singsong about the EEC. So I ihat he is one who t. So I let the matter drop.
I went to the plain girl fair out Route 22 figuring I could get one if I just put on a kind face. This neer here had advertising the aspidistra store not far away by car where I went then and bought oo carry along. At the plain girl fair they were standing in suddeh decolletage and brown arms everywhere. As you passed along into the tent after paying your dollar fifty carry