June Of 2002
After having entered into the lair of the elusive Sapiens Junkus Rex and not suffering any lost of lives, serious injuries, or great mental strains of melancholy and made much head way into the cleaning up of this wild decadent den of rubbish with just the lost the eastern most tip of the ell I have been encourage to the pressing of my luck in the form of sojourning into the maelstrom of the wild weeds, brambles, and shrubs which has attain a luzuriance not often found in settled regions for the sole purpose of liberating the much prized Juglandaceae Carya Illinoinensis which are known to live in this garden of tufted forms like fabulous cycades, grotesque dark green shrubs and trees of coniferous aspect, and can be glimpse from time to time.
After much consideration of where to begin the foray I decided on a point just south of the old rustic privy, a sort that was known as a three hole sally, and with the aid of my trusty sycophant we made our initial assault into the nearly impassable Castanea Ozarkensis, who has descended on this area like a yellow horde of hillbillies, chopping heroically while standing on the dank moss and matting of infinite years of decay.
This sojourn must be made by hand sense it is feared that the use of any machine to help clear out this region would only be meet with a nonconscious hostility in the form of the numerous and scattered droppings of the Sapiens Junkus Rex which are known to come in all shapes, sizes, compositions, and degrees of hardness that could only lead to the malfunction of the used machine at a great cost in time, talent, and treasure to yours truly.
Our initial foray gained us about 300 sq. feet of seemingly virgin ground and allowed us glimpses of the dark interior. Pushing into the growth for reconnaissance has shown us fungi of inconceivable size, outlines, and colors speckled on scene in patterns bespeaking some unknown horticultural tradition while we are being ever wary of the cicadas which buzzed incessantly among the lush vegetation. We have been able to gain one of the Juglandaceae Carya Illinoinensis which have soared our spirits in this endeavor.
At a certain spot, if one peers just right, one can get the impression of a small sinister looking building of the most omnipotent present. It is unknown as of yet just what this building purpose may have been. But upon glimpsing this artifact my trusty sycophant was so overcome with emotions that he had to retreat to New Jersey for three weeks of recuperation.
This is going to be a very slow and pervious undertaking. One wonders if this is not where Mr. Bierce was actually last seen by mortals and not in the kitchen of Sabarro as some in the suppose know have darkly hinted. I shall try and keep you, the gentle reader inform on this progress.
Elsewhere, after Dad had broken his hip, Camille was so worried that grandpa broke his leg off and the doctors wouldn't be able to put it back on. As of July 26 of 2002, He has been able to transfer himself to and from his bed and wheelchair. More as this develops.
On the great metropolis of Moreland, Round 2 of the great Post Office Scandal has had a delegation from Moreland meet with a senior DOT official who, not surprising, threw the matter back into the lap of the town of Moreland. The Mayor of Moreland is also the one who owns the land that the P. O. is being built on. Let's not hold our breaths, blue skin does not become anyone.
So, gentle readers, I will now end this newsletter and implore you to remember that the reworked plagiarism above from a one H. P. Lovecraft by a hack like myself is ment as a form of flattery.
After having entered into the lair of the elusive Sapiens Junkus Rex and not suffering any lost of lives, serious injuries, or great mental strains of melancholy and made much head way into the cleaning up of this wild decadent den of rubbish with just the lost the eastern most tip of the ell I have been encourage to the pressing of my luck in the form of sojourning into the maelstrom of the wild weeds, brambles, and shrubs which has attain a luzuriance not often found in settled regions for the sole purpose of liberating the much prized Juglandaceae Carya Illinoinensis which are known to live in this garden of tufted forms like fabulous cycades, grotesque dark green shrubs and trees of coniferous aspect, and can be glimpse from time to time.
After much consideration of where to begin the foray I decided on a point just south of the old rustic privy, a sort that was known as a three hole sally, and with the aid of my trusty sycophant we made our initial assault into the nearly impassable Castanea Ozarkensis, who has descended on this area like a yellow horde of hillbillies, chopping heroically while standing on the dank moss and matting of infinite years of decay.
This sojourn must be made by hand sense it is feared that the use of any machine to help clear out this region would only be meet with a nonconscious hostility in the form of the numerous and scattered droppings of the Sapiens Junkus Rex which are known to come in all shapes, sizes, compositions, and degrees of hardness that could only lead to the malfunction of the used machine at a great cost in time, talent, and treasure to yours truly.
Our initial foray gained us about 300 sq. feet of seemingly virgin ground and allowed us glimpses of the dark interior. Pushing into the growth for reconnaissance has shown us fungi of inconceivable size, outlines, and colors speckled on scene in patterns bespeaking some unknown horticultural tradition while we are being ever wary of the cicadas which buzzed incessantly among the lush vegetation. We have been able to gain one of the Juglandaceae Carya Illinoinensis which have soared our spirits in this endeavor.
At a certain spot, if one peers just right, one can get the impression of a small sinister looking building of the most omnipotent present. It is unknown as of yet just what this building purpose may have been. But upon glimpsing this artifact my trusty sycophant was so overcome with emotions that he had to retreat to New Jersey for three weeks of recuperation.
This is going to be a very slow and pervious undertaking. One wonders if this is not where Mr. Bierce was actually last seen by mortals and not in the kitchen of Sabarro as some in the suppose know have darkly hinted. I shall try and keep you, the gentle reader inform on this progress.
Elsewhere, after Dad had broken his hip, Camille was so worried that grandpa broke his leg off and the doctors wouldn't be able to put it back on. As of July 26 of 2002, He has been able to transfer himself to and from his bed and wheelchair. More as this develops.
On the great metropolis of Moreland, Round 2 of the great Post Office Scandal has had a delegation from Moreland meet with a senior DOT official who, not surprising, threw the matter back into the lap of the town of Moreland. The Mayor of Moreland is also the one who owns the land that the P. O. is being built on. Let's not hold our breaths, blue skin does not become anyone.
So, gentle readers, I will now end this newsletter and implore you to remember that the reworked plagiarism above from a one H. P. Lovecraft by a hack like myself is ment as a form of flattery.
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