e IF A TREE FALLS IN THE FOREST, WHY?

E Writing at a much later than usual hour, as if you cared. This selfless struggle belongs to me and me alone. Suppose you read LA with your bagel and coffee each morning. Think how meaningless your life would be without it. Think if you had to choose between the bagel, the blog and the coffee. Could READ WITHOUT THE BAGEL BUT not without the coffee. Need that dose of caffeine to stimulate the cerebro-cortex so every last morsel of wit is UTTERLY absorbed, making me into a better person, a little at a time, day after day, in ways so subtle as to be almost indistinguishable from mere good will. Good Will. Good Dog. Will likes to take LA over to his water dish and crunch on IT WITH his apple, washing it down with bursts of good clean water. I think all LA readers should have a glass of good clean water before reading so as to prepare the mental digestive juices for the HARD WORK to come. Will was found sleeping in a bed of petunias and so has always had a rather cheerful, colorful personality. Will would probably chow down on any old blog. He cannot, however, live on them. They do not provide the nutrients necessary to sustain life, merely to enhance it. Will is tired now from his activities and from being called in from the sunshine to literature. He misses his flowers. But his fur is soft and pliant. LA goes to the dogs.FIRST BLOG WRITTEN BEFORE NEW POST TO BE EXPLAINED IN NEW POST. CUTESINESS OF THIS NAUSEATES ME. IT ADDS NOTHING NEW TO THE DEBATE, IF THERE IS ONE, ABOUT WHAT THE FUCK I AM DOING. IT IS A STORYLET. NOW TO TRASH IT IN A NEW BLOG.