Four Thursdays hath November, though there's sometimes five, remember, turkey will be coming late if this year's 1st should be the date on Friday or on Saturday, Thursday it's the other way, and when 1sts are Wednesdays, too, early turkey seems to you

Hold the phone, I am now the poet laureate of your clothes for your corpse party has just started at Hunt Camp Guy's twelve-car garage and the pit bull terrier puppies are very proud to announce that the gibberish was a mistake nope nobody's mentioned that the key is to gaze lovingly into your eyes

...because I have more things to say than motivation to figure out how or in what order or even whether I want to say them

...and it served the same function as the no punctuation / carriage return does now: signifying that I may or may not be done with what I just said and I may or may not stand by it as is but now I'm going to say something else or not or whatever...

I think what we have all learned here is that road wins are no laughing matter regardless of opponent

"Pretty good" 😂

I think we need to know more about that left-handed toss, how close was Dave to getting in ahead of Greg A. Harris as MLB's first switch-pitcher?? 😁

🦀🐟🦐🦪🦞 I am now the poet laureate of your seafood products and services that are full of detergent powder and salt in my head this is an unassailably salt-of-the-earth job I am now looking for a few things that are moving very suggestively some people feel that you can hear the sound um AGGRESSIVELY

It was quite a ride! 😁

...Pearl Kazin had a sensational affair with Caitlin Thomas's husband Dylan (and, according to Kazin's daughter, Caitlin Thomas once addressed her in a letter as "Lower-than-the-Dust")
Anyway I have no idea who the professor at an elite Canadian university might be

So it turns out (a) nobody published a review of any book by Caitlin Thomas in the NYRB in 1957 because the NYRB didn't exist until 1963, and (b) it's pretty unlikely that Pearl Kazin published any review of anything by Caitlin Thomas anywhere ever because...

that's right, but one student persisted in sticking up for grey, for reasons, to which he replied "Why are you arguing with me?" So she dropped the course, because this is supposed to be philosophy, how can you object to arguing!

He tilted a book up from the table and asked what colour its shadow was. Inevitably someone said grey, no one said anything different, and he said "No. It's"--suppose the book was blue--"blue." Which was one of those revelations to which you were supposed to nod and say ah, yes, that's right, Sam,