Even if there is 'spirit'.
But the final conclusion was faux 'spirituality', is worse than everything else put together, including people pleasing, not 'meaning what you say'; the three faces, of all around....
Now.....
You cannot, beat
that:
" fifty six..... you have a certain movement about you young man...." i extemporise a tad
As we eye tooeye....on the cliff
Extemporise it....all....
Fuck a duck ... there still is only one whom does it for me, and youtoo....
Cos i need doin' to
To do.
What even Suzi sed, needs to Beedone
.... But thistermorn, they said... " we write.."
SO where doe we even start?
Years ago i remember exactly when, the Christian Cret he said....
"in balance nuthin' happens"
But i should have stood my ground: "Andrew my mantra is 'balance'.." as i privelaged him by beginning.
At the beginning, her rain came, in my ears.
And he doesn't even get a mention.
And the only beginning, is the second - a civilised continent generally has a nap at lunchtime.
And a second wind after it.
So, how do you do a Montaigne, when stuck.
And the ultra, actual merm, tracks me down, and as if the movie was scripted way way before the word was invented 3000 odd years ago - hewn into a stone tablet, plays her part to perfection.
One day i shall turn into a tablet, remedial...... because i know when the end times sit at the cliff staring into nothing as there's nothing inside...
