my day's long and arduous journey winds down.. infinite night gracefully descends and takes me into her.
welcomed embrace.. i have no reason to fear the inevitable,.
that transition into a higher and.
As we await the call we laugh we are like april the giraffe
Are millions staring at our cage our lives performed upon a stage
Like April we don't have a clue we search the cage for what is true
Our lives are timed and then it's done It doesn't feel like that much fun
But as she paces through her pain and munches on her tasty grain
We watch her as she tries to birth that's how it is here on the earth
i've been watching quite a bit of gb member stephen lett on youtube recently (no, i'm not thinking of going back to the jws).. i just find him compulsive viewing, like when people slow down to see a car crash.
i find his facial expressions and intonation spell-binding.. it reminds me a bit of john carpenter's the thing, a film where an alien life-form infects a host and imitates it, spreading throughout camps of remote workers in the antarctic.
if i were a bethelite living in close proximity to lett, i'd be thinking about giving him the blood test to see if he was normal, lol.. why does lett speak in public the way he does?
Stephen Lett does it with aliens
publication, that is?.
i just found all scripture is inspired of god and beneficial in storage.
i enjoyed studying it, as well as make sure of all things, hold fast to what is fine.. our thinking has changed, of course, but, back then, did you have a wt publication you especially liked?.
I never liked any of the jw publications they all went into the trash in a quantum entanglement with the landfill.
Now on the subject of pubs not much of a drinker but chicken wings are always on my list
because i am still very much held a prisoner to past beliefs and practice, i dress in suit and tie and bring a briefcase on my frequent dates.. i talk business during the entire happy meal (macdonalds), displaying ad brochures and spreadsheets relative to whatever business plan i happen to be hawking that day.
i count the venture as a business expense and jws who frequent this fine diner know i am not on a date.
there are no smirks, no snickering, no knowing glances.
A happy ending yes
This topic made me think about busybodies in the congregation who are always "concerned" about other peoples behavior. I don't miss those conversations one bit. In their world people are always going on too many vacations or not going out in service enough or growing a beard or dressing improperly. It wears on you and towards the end of my stay I started having scary conversations with them till someone who was "concerned" went to the elders because they thought I needed help.
I feel so much better now they were closing in on me with their spider web thinking and then I escaped the enclosure never looking back with any longing just thinking the proverbial "what doesn't kill you makes you strong".
So date on
because i am still very much held a prisoner to past beliefs and practice, i dress in suit and tie and bring a briefcase on my frequent dates.. i talk business during the entire happy meal (macdonalds), displaying ad brochures and spreadsheets relative to whatever business plan i happen to be hawking that day.
i count the venture as a business expense and jws who frequent this fine diner know i am not on a date.
there are no smirks, no snickering, no knowing glances.
He said let's go out on a date
okay i said that does sound great
my address I will have to give
don't bother i know where you live
a true story
A secret garden's what they say whenever one is tucked away
behind a wall beside a track as if someone was coming back
to see the fruits that now appear like birds who visit every year
the garden has a kitty cat who's made the place his habitat
a favorite place to stop and rest the garden's very special guest
others fly in for a spell attracted by it's lovely smell
alone it sits beside the track but friends are always coming back
just want to say hello.. trying to master my new tablet given to me by my grandson.. yeah, i am bragging.. lol.. sylvia.
Sylvia
Nice to see you again
I haven't been on the site for awhile but i had an impulse to check it the other day and am glad I did.
I've been 4 months with bell's palsy what a drag it's improving but slowly.
ND
it's funny as i reflect back on my days as a witness during the watchtower study.
it seems like no matter what the question asked.
it was like parrots squawking back exactly what they had just heard with absolutely no thought or even the slightest expression of free will.
they need to be Jimmy buffet Parrot heads wasting away in margaritaville searching for their lost shaker of salt
i'll start: stilton cheese.. (it was a toss up between that and sweet pickled beetroot).. thank you folks..
snow crab legs
it is a bad time to be awake;.
i see things i do not wish to see.. i have feelings i do not wish to feel.. if i could return to sleep, the deception.
of sweet slumber would assure that even a. nightmare might offer an escape, escape from.
There once was a weevil from dreamland
whose poems at the kingdom hall were banned
he continued to write
in the dead of the night
in the morning their brains had all been spammed
