I have no desire to recapitulate the exigensis of James Joyce, with his epic press conference conferenced press enter, riverrun.  in fact, in Alaska, due to some phenomena not related to so-called higher temperatures, glaciersrun.

Thus i take leave of the leave-taking, leaving only the question, why take? My mindleaves no answer never, not why or why not. Some will see the background loons as ducks, but they duck loonity, to their own feathered nests.

No i won't!

I take no quarter, as i have often statored, though amenable undercertain sequestrian circumstanciannules to accept an amitigatable two fifths.  She shouldn't either.  

Missus morpheus has chosen another path, which i will follow to morpidity, maundling along the way of the white geese, loonsome.  In Alaska, we take no quarter, though amenable to two-fifths.

Concurrently with my handlers, who in effect are handling me and my hands, at least one of them, i have decided to delete this post, to their detriment, because the riverrun needs to flow, concurrently with the ebbs.  As Joyce said, i am the fookin eggman, koo koo ka choo.

This should have no bearing on my resignation, resigned as i am to hunting bears, which is my inalienabledeordinate right, as you all know.

While you are watching, i will now click post before my handlers get their hands on my hands.

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Anaïs Nin