Many threads make whole fabric.
Concatenate is not one of those words destined for a long life. I cannot imagine it ever being used, except maybe in South Carolina where they concatenated prisoners to cut weeds along the highways. And their leader is George Clooney and they all wear black/white striped suits pretending to be Aeneas from the ancient Greek
tragedy.
The guys in black and white stripes were the “chain gang.” Now they wear bright orange coveralls (which are not overalls) to keep from getting runned over before they get a chance to r u n o f t .
I didn’t like Rosemay either, but I got used to her in thyme.
Clooney was in the Spartanburg area shooting Leatherheads. I didn’t see him, but I’m told he was a nice guy. My wife’s cousin collects old cars, and they used a couple of them in the movie.
He was here less than two months back shooting some movie, as well, all the middle aged ladies out trying to touch him, or something.
I never like Rosemary, and she got so obese. Beatles would be so proud of you, parsley, kudzu and sage.
I am so glad I do not have my mind all clogged up with all those songs, verses, composers, and the like.
I just listen to the music, hum along and enjoy without all the detailed facts.
That is such a concatunate chore, one thing leading to another, to another. Eventuallly you need to have catalog of the brain, a disease of
Kudzu proportions, all overlapping, entangling, and blooming nothing, nothing, nothing, strangling what there is of beauty underneath.
