greetings, cold and allergy sufferers:.
i'm in good health currently, but i do sneeze quite a bit, bringing down the rafters, as one sister exclaimed at the kh.
apart from that, no jw ever acknowledged my clearing out .
The people of earth began to sneeze it sounded like molested bees
The glaciers all began to rock minutes slipped on the atomic clock
The solar system wondered if the sneeze would reach the cosmic rift
There is no need to wonder why it all began with just one guy
A sneeze so powerful and loud creating it's own cosmic cloud
i've begun to suspect this act - this will - this compulsory muse which i call "writing" is, in fact, the illusion of catharsis.
like a mirage shimmering far off on the horizon i gaze upon the unreachable waters of a quiescent mind.
and far too often i've trekked through these shifting sands of unrefined ideas and abrasive conclusions towards that placid falsehood.
tick tock tick tock she hammered on the writers block
and there it sat just like a rock it's secrets she could not unlock
every night she'd pour a drink that writer's block would start to wink
her brain would fry with doublethink she felt her thoughts were on the brink
and then one day to her surprise the writer's block did pulverize
her thought began to crystallize the room was filled with butterflies
that's how it works
hello, this is my 1st initiated post on this site, so i'm a bit nervous.
i did search for similar topics on this site, but a lot of them have been inactive for several years, so here goes.... a little background, i was pretty much born in "da twoof", baptized at 17, pioneered for about 6 years, was part of the rbc part time, and was even in the foreign language field for the last 3 years i was a jw.
so i pretty much had a pretty active social life within the organization due to being part of all of those things.
I was not raised a jw so it is a little different for me but you know while I was a jw those people were only my friend as long as the organization told them to be and when I left it told them to not be and that's how they operate. Your just getting your sea legs in the real world and it's different you'll get it and it will be a true place.
greetings, orderly and punctual fellow posters:.
becoming more and more forgetful, i have to write down all my daily tasks and obligations: put out tony's garbage can, on sunday night; feed rover at 3:30 p.m., on monday; look out my studio window between eleven and one o'clock, on thursday, to sign for a parcel, from ups, for my neighbor.. i write out all my daily jobs and appointments on my desk calendar, sticky notes (posted on my door and truck dash), and in my pocket calendar, all in ink.
i do not own -- what do you call them?
sticky note problems wind, rain, weak glue, theft, dogs, cats, coffee, wine, beer, soup, marinara and the list goes on
anybody into art out there?
i was just so blown away by this piece i had to share.. .
at first i was just like "oh, that's a clever idea".
They sat and stared and wondered why the painting had a purple sky
and in the background on a chair there seemed to sit an angry bear
a passerby stopped to remark the paintings mood seemed very dark
but on one seemed to understand what forced the artists gifted hand
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tell me me more about your just & loving god..
melbourne international convention australia, thousands of watchtower robots and i happened to get in an elevator with viv mouritz one of the main men at bethel.
he had a young pretty sister who was escorting him around.
i stood behind them and rocognized him instantly.
You should have looked disgusted and told them to get a room.
is a bag man.. i take bags with me everywhere: paper and canvas shopping bags, designer sacs, wine-tote bags, and so forth.
there is so much to transport, drop off, and new stuff to bring to my digs.
an assortment awaits me in the foyer as i head out to do some long-postponed and needed acquisition.
If I had a bag I'd be shopping in the morning I'd shop in the evening all over this land
the time remaining is... elastic.. .
stash: /intesoft-inc.appspot.com/post/f0315d7a1cdf4d6498064881689ea032.html
The time remaining is blowing in the wind
the time is blowing in the wind
my brother got married to a woman who was wild and selfish.
so for those who think i am just biased let me tell you the story.
he married her and about a year later she got pregnant.
Is this real life?
