by Pat Darnell with Compostholestoy
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Edible in all U.S. of A. Continental States
We, MooPig, regale our 32 month long adventure because it has fulfilled a charter goal of our chartered-ness way back in our charter months starting November 2006. One goal down, 12 to go.
For decades, we feral moopigsters had been charting our friends' and relations' as most Americans do, with phone calls, Christmas cards and occasional waking from zombie comas to send intermittent Howdy Salutations to cherished friends. Social networking hit drought conditions as communication flowed a dismal trickle. Out of sight; out of mind -- To remember birthdays, christenings, graduations, of our friends precious children, nieces, and nephews, uncles, aunts or cousins.
One in-particular Palikir -- part of the now bona-fide MooPig Family, Compostholestoy -- had embarked unwillingly on an odyssey in months before MooPig Wisdom blogspot dot com.
In essence, with all deference to Compost'y's privacy, he had lost his mate, and was in throes of ambiguity. His once iconic life of four seasons was interrupted by tornadic climate change, and I did not like the fact that I, MooPig da Furst was a thousand miles away -- Compost'y in Michigan, I in Texas.
Because we are opposites in temperaments, and body types, we get along famously ever since college years, remaining great friends. [Witness? I think I can get a amen on that one]
When C's stormy weather began, traveling to an from Michigan was hopeless, near impossible. You see, we both had teenagers and t'ween-agers in both our family folds at the time, forcing priorities to rule our days, sans travel.
So, I said to myself, "Self: Is there any way to be more constant in my communication with friends and relations, today in modern microcosm of social internet?"
Self said back, "Sure as Hell is, you docile, old-brain, dying, large-big-dumb-human-animal! It is staring you in the FACE."
Still I pondered until I realized I must ask more precise, detailed, questions: "Self, does it involve typing?"
"Uhh, yeah, ya' knucklehead," said Self. Low and Behold and Behooved -- the family of MooPig Stuff was born.
Wah Laaaa.... many have made it difficult for this cultish web log activity to continue, there are many who think it is the usual Devil's workshop, for instance... but the needles pricked only to pull threads of undying wisdom through the fabric of our relations.
It turned out, one omni-sonic day, this communication came in from my Love-Struck Comrade in Michigan... after he had determined that MooPig's heart was really into the outcome of his dilemma, via subliminal conversations that exist in-between all the lines of my plagiaristic, yet dominated by zeal -- to blot my companions and their world with long-suffering, kind-patient, deep-understanding information.
##################### from Compostholestoy -- who found new love to cherish and hold onto -- he introduced STELLA:
STELLA-A-A! ! ! ! I could'a been your contender!
Moopig, one of your own has a screaming hole in the heart and needs a place to vent it. IS THIS THE PLACE?! We are manly, yes. And intelligent to beat the band, goes without saying.
Politically astute !? What a perfect world if they would listen to what we have to say.
But here today I blog-challenge us to tread carefully but courageously into the "heart-land".Love requited but forbidden is my beef.I can not see STELLA, but I can Moopig her to the universe and let go of the angst. You space aliens listening in! and I know you are studying Moopig in preparation for your imminent invasion (boy are you in for a surprise...)You aliens, please capture my scream and project it to the outer reaches of the dada-sphere so that every star knows about the black hole of lost love on planet 3 of star system 138, sector 9 of the Uppity Realm of the Andromeda Riviera.
"Oh-h-h, I rememba' sail cloth.
Masted, trimmed, taut:
To gather gusting winds for friends, their lives and loves lost.........*
[...misquoted but serving the purpose from PHD circa 1982. Changes justified by Mario Ruopplo (Il Postino) "... the poesia is not for those who wrote it, but for those for whom it serves a purpose."]
See: also Omnisonic Hinds bros
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