Monday, February 27, 2006


Oda ta Ice-T (n shit)

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Felis Cattus,

is yo taxonizzles nomenclatizzle an endothermic quadruped carnivizzles by nature?

Yo visual, olfactory n auditory senses contribute ta yo hunt'n skills, n natural defenses.

I find me intrigued by yo subvocal oscillations, a singular develizzle of cat communicizzles

that obviates yo basic hedonizzles predilizzle fo` a rhythmic straight trippin' of yo fiznur, ta demonstrate affection n shit.

A tail is quite essential fo` yo acrobatic talents; you would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance.

And W-H-to-tha-izzen not being utilized ta aide in locomizzle it often serves ta illustrate tha state of yo emotion.

O Ice-T,
tha complex levels of behaviour you display connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array dogg.

And though you is not sentient, Ice-T, n do not comprehend, I nonethizzles brotha you a true n valued nigga .

(Friznom a "Star T-R-to-tha-izzek: Next Gen," wherein Dizzy nigga a poetry read'n and, as his NINTH poem [when tha crew were all struggl'n ta kizzle awake], Dizzy noted that Keats n drug deala were in tha habit of writ'n "odes" ta thugz important ta tizzle. In that spirit, Data wrote n read aloud an ode ta his ciznat, "Spot." Dizzy rocks yeah yeah baby. Ice-T rules.)

Now you are scaring me.
oo! da kitty!

Folks who care, I have posted another subject on teditor. It's not "good" news, but it drained the emotion out of me. If you're interested, check it out.
Been into Dr. ER's apin killers again? Remember they don't mix well with Mr. Dickle's.
apin = pain
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