A Sir John Xenakis Impersonator Reads "Mimsy Swayed ... "
Mimsy swayed with the willows moping in crepuscularity and sighed, "'twill be a devilish mourning, aye, but remember when Thommy served M&Ms on Uncle Sam's Day in aught aught nine in the dawn of the third millennium, 'ere the decades passed wantonly and plump cheek orbs were drenched with dew salt and bobbed morosely off Rowley's Bridge Gulch. 'Yes.' he had said long ago and time and time again since then. 'Yes I said. Yes, I will. Yes. My house. Full.' "
Translation for Dennis, Esq., who says he no longer understands my notes, and Peter, Ph.D., who is too busy get to the punch line: I'll host the card game tomorrow.
Mike "C." Bucuvalas, in a familiar pensive pose, will host this week.
