pid
relationships are rather dodgy dealings. a relic from the time before we fell out of the trees. the analogy of growing plants would be a lousier way to describe them - tend to them frequently enough and over time most should grow and take on a spectacularly normal green hue. a few will flower/fruit/disperse and generally turn into something of a colourful eyesore. and there are yet some, wretched ones, which despite the sunlight, watering and heaps of compost, that come to nought.
call it fate but maybe, just maybe, some people just cant go together well at all and it becomes a strain to carry things beyond a certain point.
yet others fit impeccably like dung and beetle.
i bleed for those failed relationships, and mock the false ones. the true ones are few but etched in stone.
one issue remains, where do we go from here babe?
thin
A remarkably uninspiring day ambled by in much the same fashion as the last 7 or so did. so im going to unbelievable lengths to write about how incredibly dull and singularly uninteresting life has become.on another semiquaver, its Lara Cs hatchday today. incidently this day is also host to UNESCO World Poetry Day, World Health Organization World Day Of Sleep and Earth Day. 21 March is significant in other ways too. it is the day namibia gained independence from south africa, the day persia changed its name to iran; and in line with cost savings on hall maintenance, it is also the day the toilet flushed its contents up onto and all over the floor.i guess "Happy 92nd Birthday!" and "giggle giggle" or something along that line would be slightly more appropriate than "oei you, cut cake sing song n grow old". so Bonne Anniversaire mon cherie! oh that special feeling that no single word alone can adequately describe.
thats why words like dribbling old bat, sagging bits, memory loss, are far more descriptive.
i do hope you managed to find the reader-friendly and engaging books that you were looking for! with its large, colourful and descriptive pictures, i still think that the book titled "thomas the choo-choo train" is a smashing choice, if you really want to stand out from the crowd. but thats only in my biased opinion.
gesundheit
one of the lecturers finally got it right when he admitted that scientists arent sure when life began. they are however of the consensus that it must have started sometime after work ended.as far as im concerned scientists are the worst positioned to be giving advice on when life started. partly because one would need a life to be able to talk about it to any degree, but mostly because after peering fiercely down a microscope and arguing with a bunch of equally horizontally-challenged twats, putting a loaded pen onto some absorbent paper just doesnt do it. textual intercourse isnt going to be productive in any sense.but back to that central issue of the commencement of life. just like the errection of the big ben of london took a while to gain entry into the reproductive tract of mainstream society, a rising popular opinion is fingering the big bang, by going far back into the anals of history, as the providing the conditions for life. coincidently thin rubber condoms were only invented in the 1930s.
not another one
right now, somewhere far away would be nice. itd have first world amenities, yet be as laid back as a porn star lays on its back. itd be cool ~15degress Celcius (or ~288Kelvins for my more anal retentive readers) and thered be one of those utility people who serve you drinks and watever you ask them to, butlers or slaves, whichever term pushes your buttons. id be wearing an orange shirt, sipping on watever i feel like sipping or maybeidbemunchingsomethingorperhapsidnotbemasticatingatall, id have my babe with me and
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and damn the mosquitoes.
amen.
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do you recall a lawyer who couldnt tell the difference between arson and incest and set fire to his sister?someone once said to me: dont worry if your job is small and your rewards are few, remember that the mighty oak was once a nut like you.
