fog the horn, i say, leg, that is

i don't recall, that is, is say i don't remember, quite, i say boy (boy's about as sharp as a bowling ball), see i moved a while back and forget whether i started over in a new space as i am apt to almost always do, i think, every time, at least in some way... and then, a little while later, another major change in living space, two roommates moved in (one's a dog, i say, the four legged kind) and the revelational refreshing of the flow may not have happened...

strange, the flow appearing so unaffected... must've died and nobody told me... but the toon (boy's gotta mind like a steel trap... full of mice), i say the toon lives, aye? :)