A logogram, or logograph, is a grapheme which represents a word or a morpheme (the smallest meaningful unit of language). This stands in contrast to phonograms, which represent phonemes (speech sounds) or combinations of phonemes, and determinatives, which mark semantic categories. Logograms are commonly known also as "ideograms". ----------------------- Frannie visited twice yesterday. She is my belle weather ... weather i should or should knot. She brot sum road kill with her .... Meals on Wheels .... Two of them were pork spare ribs and one was a kind of 'chilli' ...... the spare ribs were just bone and grizzle .. not meat at all. The cubed carrots and corn nibblets were without spice..... honestly ..... what an excuse for helping the Pooh'er .... the lowest caw min denominator .... this 'food' wood have been better if he HADN'T been delivered. On her first visit she gave me five dollars and we chatted for a bit. On her second visit she brot the rode kill ..... and accused me of stealing her last 'bit of money'. Mind you she's got the attention span of an inch worm .... -- n -- n -- .. but once again for 'good' measure i'm falsely accused. You see there's NO way i can escape my FATE as a Scape Ghost because my entire life is IN the landscape ... proof that i'm older than the Hills ....hahahaha. ... don't laff CeCe ... so are YOU .....tee hee. SCents ..... thats a Y's word 2 the wise. The letter S is 'coming and going' and when they're got U coming and going? U ~ SSSssssssend me. Sibil lance arm Strong ... 4 .. Y ... stinky pits ...hahahaha..... another Hairy Potter. Whenever i hear that name i envision a huge gorilla bein' potty trained. We have 'diss Cent' in the Ranks .... the RoyeL Anks is Anxious ... and i've no reel idea just Y. But yer in MY World now .... in MY Bubble ButtHead two .... 9--6 ... one is a goat and the other a mounting goat ....hahahaha..... eye two eye ... hedd two hedd .... the sound and fury ... a lot of noiz but nuttin' gits done. Mister MacLeary is here because of CeCe. He rode in on her coat tales so to speak. Her coat of menny Cullers. Mac is the reflection of my brother in law ... Fraser Pearson ...... who wasn't a bad sort though he kept telling me towards the end of that 'ill fated' union ... '' your sisters CRAZY .... CRAAAAAAAAAAZEEEEEE'' .....hahahaha. So four the ' O 's in the KNoW ..... there's bin much hard feelings and bone tossin' around without effect or Affect needer. I have ALLWAYS found that when someone feels left out or abandoned they will do the one thing that guarantees ATTENTION ..... diss cord ant beehavior. I'm cape a bull of learning from anyone and everyone if there's a point i missed. My pride still gets in the way sum times. Yall mite think that i'm inundated dayLee with preys, calmpliments, sick O Fant bee havior .... et sett a raw .... butt yer dead rong ..... im a Thin King again with a Lunk Head ....'' On '.... i got a kink in my kneck like you wooden bee Leave.....hahahaha. Any rate Mac .. im givin' you a choice ... to fall on your sord or to join the may Lee using the House Rules .... Sigh Der House Rules that is ..... \/\/\/\/\/\&' .. i'm a very bum pee knight with a brO kin rat tell ..... No one should begrudge another if the info they're gleaned is then increased in Value by the user. The offerings i chose from among the worlds artists is not plagiarism not copywrite infringement .... why? because i increase the VALU of their work and bring a new perspective to it for the artist themselves ... i know because a little birdie SAID SEW .... and sum one crow shade instead and that STICKS in my CRAW ....hahahaha. I remember when i first got the 'lumpit' in my gullet. God only knows how old i was but i wanted to go sum wear and me mum said 'NO" ... well .... i got this horrid upflux of acid into my throat and for the life a me it took a long time to finally 'untie' that lump that burned in my throat. I had a hot coal stuck there and when i swallowed it it became the black obsidian stone around which my Fear Knot fourMed. But levity is the ant sir to gravity .... when ya laff till ya piss yerself it stretches that knot out till yer drawers fall down .....hahaha..... ..... he's under yer bed .. boinkin' them Dusty Bunnies till that big ol' moss cow cums home. .....hahahaha. Panty Claws ... for Souper Man ..... slurrrrrrrrp .... hmmmm... just a tad more le moanin' and it should be KOOKED ...hahahaha. Oh, bee 4 i furget [pleas gawd i'm on me nees] i'm gonna need yer full name Carpo .... if'n yew'd like sum hep figgerin' out yer FATED rode. ---------------40Proof .... from the love song of J.Alfred Prufrock For I have known them all already, known them all; Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume?

• published: 04 Dec 2013
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