Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.— Oscar Wilde.
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In the fire of the sun its so hot. Rain and thunder is the darkness of the day.
Their are those in this world that use the words to hurt. How hurtful is it though. Words are only words. In the eye of a drunk, the words they speak as a drunk are just fiction. Their not real. Or are they. The brain is a wonder and no-one knows really how it works. It is only part we all use. We are naturally. Who we are.maybe by sircumtace. Or as a nice person with a loom for a brain. I am a loon. I am a person so crippled. Cripples are people to. Most that word is so not nice. What did they do to you. A nother nasty word is. Moron. A moron can be a carrot. Or a word for stupid. So not nice words. So all hurt and yet sticks and stones and all that. Well in conclusion its all twiddle. I am dribbling on and on and on. It is to be. A day of wonder. Bye for now from the loom. Haha
Walking through the long path seeing bushes of berries black berries bushes all along the path the bees were buzzing and colecting pollen. It was a nice day and a pint in the pub along the path. Walking taking photos of the berries so serine and a nice cup of tea in the garden on the end of a warm day. Then some comedy and a sleep till morn.
Just seen nice student halls not ready till September but they were nice not what I was looking for they were nice and clean and tidy though. So it was a dear a day and a day adire.
Took the cat to the vet had to wait on the phone for ages got it all sorted now and then maybe lunch a nap and seeing a nice flat later. So all in all light duty really compared to most. ,It is a new day ready to be a new day, I will be glad for bed time sleep all the day awY. Is it bed time yet haha x
Sitting in the gardens on a beautiful day it is so lovely gotg a few photos of flowers and thistal
Its a sun who looks at a son.
The mistake of my world the mystery of it all. The blind leading the blind yet can see.
God I am in such a tiz. Its a point do I eat my sisster cake. Or learn to run. I am saying eat cake then run it off. Haha. No problem is I don’t run. I am as lazy and stubborn as a mule. I see it. But fell i cant strive to be it. But she won’t make cake.boo ho. Better thing to have fruit anyway. So I am going to brush my hair and head down the farm to ride like the wind tonto haha catch you later.
Drunkeness come with high emotion sometimes to high to see. It is their not to be. A high emotion as this. The person who reads such stuff. Taken over by others.
It is that I be that I am not a twat. We know as blind as I can be. I do love you.