There are no other orders_ than to think of yourself.
I feel I can say that because without caution_ I invent.
The other side of this _ is I don’t know why_ I have to fall-over.
This has been my plan for all of the day_that is left.
Where in the world is the end of the reunion of slim chances?
My purpose is not to gain the evidence of this existence.
We have a problem. Can’t move our kid off the dime.
We ain’t moving the mountain over to him.
Listening to my wife _Try to understand why… it is all_Down.
There seems to be no hope for him_ he is Lost. Playing.
Playing_is that beautiful place_where he has to go.
All he wants to do is play war/crap. Drag his heels.
I am dying in here, because I don’t want/to do his work.
Crap is not moving up hill. Not even his. It makes me sick.
Hey Dude!, What the hell are you doing?
This ain’t going_ to go down. It is. Not. Swell!
Let ‘s live like pigs, because we’ll have to drink this swill.
Poisoned heart attack of the deadmen’s quest. No chest.
The dire treasure of the lost soul’s empire. Dire diaries
We’ll die by the time we see this change. Who!
Will we stand for this? No, We’ll go on by.
The time is here. But!
So, I don’t know why_ I am saying this.
A hard discussion ensued. Noisome quarreling
And now the sister’s report to my wife’s closest sibling.
She is ranting and raving. My wife, my wife, my wife.
She is burning a hot one for our two boys, who haven’t grown up.
Mad attack of a_” no friend of the court of suspense.” Living?
Not worth anything to them. They have all_ that they need.
The toys of this disease. Both work, good jobs_What!
Yes! Weighs of success? I’m going to get off the phone.
My wife is a spear and a spine and her hurts_ so bad.
She is crying over this. This is very deep.
These are her side of our equation. Her boys.
I put in my effort to afford them this opportunity,
as much as she has, and we are at a standstill.
The time to strike the iron is now. A house to build.
We must toast the bun and cook the burger. Eat!
Of this we do commend a prayer each night_
For them _who do not know their worth.
Guys, We think_ You are just late, so we will waite.
For at least another night and we will see this done.
As soon as we commiserate together about what is_
Ahead_There is just one big obstacle and that is_
The head of the older one, who is the golden boy, who was_
Once upon time so full of hope. Now! All he does is make_
Big Wup! Yup! Head’n out now and feeling_What happened here is about life from the ground up. I wanted something.
Don’t know what, but I know I was dissapointed again.
The big meet-up was today, and it just didnt go that way.
Wife showed, and he wasn’t there and she is just _CRY!
All of that_ Inconsolable. Strange. Wish God was here…
If you want it…Come and get it Ouch! Big Ouch!
I am so late, and yet I know I am giving birth.
I feel pregnant with the words of the Life.
In these lines is a real life desperately in love_
With the connective glue of memories and time.
I feel the savage response of coming unglued. I will not.
This boat will not arrive without the plan. My Lord.
Is willing our circumnavigation of the sum of “All our Fears.”
See_ There is that circular thing. It is coming thru.
The trust in the love of the truth.What began has begun again.
I am in the life of the river running past the way I came.
I know the math of circumstance. Inevitably, We choose.
Love them for what they do and find a way to reach the conclusion of what-It is the Lord presents_ for their edification.
They may not have the resolution to find the dimensional door of what lies ahead.
There is always more than what appears to be the easy answer.
I am all for learning and now that I am here. Where is my joy?
I love this life, and I breathe the wonder of just being_
On the understandable divide of the heaven and the hell of
Dividing our institutions into divides of what is and what is not.
Munificent elders of the clan_ I am knowing this mechanical device of lights and spheres has gone way past go_
And I know I don’t know anything, but can I just get out of here Without losing my life to the fog of thinking_ I get why I am here.
Right now! I have no idea. Results at eleven.
The campaign goes on, and I am at rest.
Breathing life in, and breathing life out. Life Is!
What’s more beautiful, than what is truly practical.
The light of the wonder of hope and ideals.
Truth structures_ Love in evidence of pursuits.
As Souls unwind. I am just this _ so Hu_man ‘man’.
I didn’t know I would try again tonight. To_
Objectify the Light of Existence.
I wanted to see Something _Hopeful.
Sometimes, that is….
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The brittle sights of Life’s exigencies.
Sometimes that is _ All that there Is.