So far, so good. In spite of our slight anticipations of the summer time, recent Month (August) and this early September saw us even more productive than any a preceding period. Obviously, these repressive MSW tactics don't seem to hammer us down, work-a-holics (since we are). And so, the preceding Month productivity consisted from 6 posts, remaining 3 stories then passed to be presented in this Month (some of those earlier completed posts, and most of this summer productivity consisting from our animal series, of course.)
But, obviously this recent hasty scheduel only appears a temporary occurrence and for the subsequent time it's more realistic to expect about 2-3 posts per Month, at the most. In case, if we'll keep them for these lenghtier stories. But before that, it's time for our period of rest, replacements of mental health and spare parts - the annual periodic Month for our holidays. And also, with compliments, also the wishing wells for that respected undisputed despot, authorized dictating mumble bumble and outrageous master mind of the Muleskinner World (with our most monotonic and pathetic gestures, probably they just enjoyed all that) – Concerning the holidays, however, this year we're not going for distant paradises, but instead for more closer Icy Worlds, as the appreciated Odysseus Paxton kindly tells us (and I always like to travel).
(And then a few words from the musical recommendation like has been the habit in these imissionary texts) ...but before that, we'll (somewhat freely, from memory) cite the words of that foregone statesman, W.C. ; 'Rarely in the history of human kind has there been seen such a small group with such great effort and oppositive will against such a moral degradation and sick aim to dominate and prevail...' Ourselves then, to the contrary, we can of course observe that (current) lack of moral (of the MSW despots/tactics) as only a fanciness for the hanky panky, but unavoidably it appears merely just as much significant evidence from the true nature and characteristics for those sadistic and twisted minds. After all, we were repeatedly (of course, means that our earlier work until arriving for this point was demolished...cowardice tactics, yes indeed) forced to tell you all that (inbriefed in the preceding stories and tales), so I guess we've been rather successful having arrived at this point. (Another thing, apparently we'll reach that 100th anniversary post well before the X-mas, piece of cake but worth of some more refreshments too. So this appears celebratory post as well...)
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But while we're away, I'll therefore also like to loan a few words from another less renown old classic, the lines are, of course, from that Buffy St. Marie disc we've continuosly kept citing and I also keep humming it occasionally, especially the lines: “The God is alive, the magic is a foot. The magic never weakened. The magic is alive.” And that's about all this time, until the holiday seasons are over...
(W-G.)
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