Letters to the editor

Sachs Canon listened with awe while Killarney laid on for seven days and seven nights. Not one time did K hiccough or breach for a draught of beverage. His arms moved like pistons and wind mills. His eyes seared your soul. His posture, with his legs stationed far apart, stood like the rock of Gibraltar.

Justice Coon could see it all in his mind's eye and grovelled before the Defense whispering softly, "Since the Adi-Shankar and the Sutras of the 'sarirakhya bhasya', no one has held forth with such vinegar and fudge. Truly defense must be an incarnation Maha-deva or Siva himself."

On the 7th day Defense closed in like a tiger making his final crouch before leaping to kill a herd of helpless water buffalo, but just at that moment Plaintiff stood and raised his hand like an incarnation of William Jennings Bryan and declared, "I will not let you crucify this Court on a Cross of Turnips. We capitulate to the last two minutes, and the conclusion of you speech. ..

DONKEY DAVID BECKHAM regretted taking turnips from Farmer Farewell's garden. Justice Barzoom was a kind, blind Raccoon who could keep a fair tune on a banjo, guitar or 'lele.

He called the Court into Session.

And declared with concession.

That the facts dealt with Psychology and the Sacred.

Farmer, while wringing his hat in his hands, declared that the Turnips were Sacred, they belonged to him and his Brother.

Poor David's attorney, a bloke from Kilkerny introduced a book by Smith with the surname of Adam.

"I will clearly establish by this book by lauded pundit, "The Wealth of Nations", that no one has a right to claim anything until he has thoroughly discussed the point from myriad different view points. I will heave in front of Your Honour Coon and Opposing Counsel such a tirade of words that you will find nothing but delight in the concluding thoughts of the Hindu truth."

Justice Barzoom, who dwelt in the lands of the doomed, gavel whacked and crooned, "Lay on Macduff, and dammed be him who first calls 'Hold, enough'".

Jack London said that you couldn't write even one decent paragraph worth reading until you had written 100,000 words of trash, so start writing trash.

Well, we, Tom Brown and Buck White, have already written a considerable quantity of Trash. Some of it actually organized into packets that have even been appreciated by respected Civil Engineers.

We don't feel we've reached 100,000 words yet so we will take up our pen here in the ASA blog and blabber bolder broadcasts with the hope that someone will see our neophyte condition and arrange a room for us at the Funny Farm.

Of course, any essay must begin with an illustrative story, and we presume to do just that.

hare krishna Maharaj pamho agtsp.

We are here at the manor
singing hare krishna
They say it is the perfection of life; we do not understand very well what that means; but anyway we like to sing and dance and also take prasadam.

the (bhakti-sastri) ends on April 27; we'll be back in Barcelona on May 3.

I have tried to be a good citizen, also good friends here and good cookies too.

my mother visited me for a week, she attended all programs, help in the food for life and even sang japa…

it is wonderful Maybe she becomes a devotee and help me go back to God.

I curse the Lord to steal my heart.
I curse the words of my guru to be the goal of my life.
I curse devotees to be always in my association.
I curse the scriptures to be the filter through which I look at the world.

I bless illicit sex, gambling, meat-eating and intoxication, to disappear from my mind.

I pray for the favor of the Lord can be a curse that from the material point of view seems a misfortune as being poor, ugly or without any education; Or a blessing like beauty, fame and fortune; I do not care what it is, my only interest is your causeless mercy.

a greeting I hope you're well.

hare krishna

Jorge

all glories to Sri Sri Gaura Nitai
All glories to Srila Prabhupada
all glories to Hanumatpresaka Swami
Hare Krishna Gurudeva, I am Trivikrama das, Chile
I am chanting 16 rounds and following four regulative principles
I hope the flu is gone and you better health
now I'm reading "the teachings of Queen Kunti"
It has helped me dont lose courage , facing the day to day
last week I had a traffic accident and I broke my hand
all in all I'm fine, I'm convinced that without Krsna in my life the accident would have been worse, next June fill up one years cooking for the deity, Saturday through, it was a nice experience, the service I do with my girlfriend Francisca she cut vegetables i and helps me clean all , it has given me pleasure to see as time goes enjoy increasingly my service, thanks to your inspiration we have continued in service for now is waiting that service, because I can not cook with one hand, with the cold broken hand has hurt a lot
but with krsna always all good
I apologize for my ingratitude and descordialidad
I will write regularly
Krsna always look after him and once again thanks for everything
your eternal servant
Das Trivikrama

ps.this photo is a offering made I really liked how it looked