judih, january 2000
scrutinized for any offending 'i's' or other
unmentionable telltale signs (one wouldn't want to provide 'aha' moments for detectors of unstable personal lifelines).
In spite of all good intentions, however,
it is my duty to inform the reader, that the writer is planning on a most certain demise at no inconvenient hour.
Before such foul closure, it is the wish of the writer to kiss full smack on the lips the numerous delights that have chosen to parade themselves in front her.
Since there have been many occasions during which the writer has kept all such predilections secret, this written testament firmly states that at least one thousand and seventy nine love affairs have transpired in the writer's mind and loins.
To those who co-operated with or without their knowledge, the writer wishes to bestow sincere thanks. All orgasms were most gratefully dedicated to all of you delicious men, women and sundry forms of sexual variation.
In addition, the writer would like to bluntly state that it is to humanity's advantage that all wars stop for [heaven's sakes[ and soon, if at all possible.
That, then, for the most part, concludes this tract.
Ah...addenda:
It is grievously important that all dogs be taken for long walks, with their beloved masters/mistresses...
and equally essential that mangoes and guavas be enjoyed at the very moment they drop from the tree.
And now, onward until onward is no longer an option.
......not 'i'