All right this train wreck has seven hundred forty-nine entries, a lot of pictures, and some odd stories. Written for a little more than two years and not so many can understand a single word of it they just smile and nod. Shut up Murk! That's kind of like the name of today's outfit. "This is one of their best isn't it?" One of the folks asks. Giridhari has a coat, a velvet coat!" he went on. The leis maker brought them in and, as i put them on the Deities, said "They look so much better with leis! They should always have them on."
Well the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is standing to take our respect even today. i go by in a quick since Bhakta Blade has opted out for this evening i need to do my errands as fast as i can. Passing Midas i haven't seen any fellow pedalers. The cars are a little heavier than the past couple of days. The chill factor may be keeping pedalers at home. A there are a couple the just before the whaler. Rounding the turn i cross the creek and go down between the lakes. The windmill is serving but i'm not taking. The cove isn't sunny right now since it's late enough in the day that i have to bring out my light. i put on the tail light also so the cars will see me better. The east and opal cliffs are just visible due to the sunset. i've to pedal furiously to get back for the service so i go on to the wharf road and, dodging the construction site, i head onto the sidewalk. When i get down bend into the aerotuck sprinting all the way to sing the saraswat arati song. The tree cheers as i appear and fold my hands in obeisances
Oh deer dough on this chilly night have you seen Krsna? Then the deities answer by dancing all night long and jumping into their beds for a nice nap.