Attempt Auto-Aborted
I started my brilliant Saturday Post, about bowling frustrations, about sports, about my Friday about 40 minutes ago. Rarely had the words flowed from my penny pencil with such feverish fluidity (-Jean Shepherd). I spoke of the upcoming game in Miami (I can still say Miami, can't I?), A Game that starts in 35 hours and 22 minutes from the re-try of this post to be exact. But due to the length of time involved in the first "Auto-Abourte" effort thank to the miracle of modern programming, I no longer have time to enumerate all those salient points again, and flow the brilliant prose about the dull and murky miasma of my own reality, and my failures at the kegling arena on the eve most prior. Time abandons me, and affords me not the chance too re-group that so whispy collection of thoughts and remembrances again for another attempt to illuminate from the keyboard and monitor.
No longer do I have the luxury of ample chronometric flow to reposit my previous fleeting embers of imagination, I must finish now even as I am just starting for time the avenger has again gotten back at me. I go and attempt to up-load these nuggets of pyrite, instead ot the golden moments previously lost.
But you can bet your ass I'm going to copy this to my word documents before I try another save and post.
Go Colts! Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!!!
Chuck Pace © 2007
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