Peteroo's Blog

Ayuh, I can see those wide eyes are expressing propassion at the sight of the crushed leafies in this little baggie. I know I have been a bit of a bromide lately, but that is no reason for you to feel glum, so let me sprinkle some specks on the floor and please enjoy some gleeful seizures of discomfiture while you purr-roar and if your happy turns me happy too, perhaps—most likely, I will sprinkle for you some more. ; )

Let it be known that other cats are free to let their thingism lead them to turning items into plays, but I find most supreme contentment just imbibing sunlight’s warmthful rays.

So, when your feline steals your spudger and knocks to floor costly tech to state of kaput, I will not hear your kvetches, but, rather, continue daydreams about mouse-kebobs by the foot.

Now, if you do choose to emulate me in order to achieve a similar state of bliss, I will not stop you, but if you block any sunspot I desire—which are all of them—please expect a derisive hiss. ; )

Yes, I am rectangular, but using me as a paviour would not be sound.

You will need a turntabler of cassettes if you wish to know my contents. Will you hear some of the Animals’ hits or a lecture about Ambarvalia’s rites?

Any audio herein found will only find an audience in posterity if either memory or transcription comes into play.

I am fragile, inexpensive, and not much of a look, but I can be to your ears what eyes find in a book. ; )

Splashes wave farewell to horizon aglow.

Sailor’s bailiwick stands ready for open sea.

Starboard whales engage in bickerment with boat’s keel.

Sky’s legerdemain shifts sun between longing blinks.

Earth as an alembic, from ocean below rises pure that which is both worth a dream and worth a row. : )

Better to engage in a brigue about cosmoplastic issues rather than argue about whether I emerged from the ground or a branch.

Labeling me hitherto as a moth works only if identity is measured by origins, behaviours, hues, and traits of chance.

Deracinating me from either place or trace makes me neither butterfly nor bird.

Leave me to my purple nectar and I will leave you to your words. ; )