This is about the time when I met my daughter for the first time. She was born a few days before the towers came down and the world changed just a bit more. One of the hijackers had attended Florida Insituute of Technology for a while and I always wondered if I had seen him before, walking around the mall where I worked for Les Wexner, or dancing in some club, or perhaps a house event, quiet and unassuming. It was years later though and I was in Arcos del la Frontera when it happened; it was surreal. Our own country had been attacked and hit hard, a bite had been taken out of the apple successfully.
People were jumping from the buildings that were 110 stories tall splattering on to the sidewalks of New York City before the building would collapse oddly one floor after the other, one on top of the other till rubble, dust, and souls were piled just correct so.
I reminisce with deja vu
It was 2020 and they* locked the entire world down because the #science (scientists with real names) manipulated a virus to attack humans then released it upon a planet full of people they hate.
...and then I saw two arches become one.
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
Some times I am angry at the ruining of this good world and I have a nice cry because it makes me sad at my base level, where I know something is wrong and I act accordingly. I do not cry out loud, that does no good, I cry quietly to myself, it just makes others uncomfortable to see an actual real emotion, which is different then feelings. Out loud I sing and whistle my tune to the glory of God.
These days I see people cry because they can not have something they have been taking from others for so long they think it's theirs. Now they find out when the government is so big it can feed and house you it is also big enough to take it away, and how do you take away something that was not theirs in the begin=how can you take away something that is not there?
There is an emergency in the libraries where the librarians police themselves after years of university retard (queer) teaching. Libraries are extremely important, and their keeping has been retarded/queered.
and for a quick leftie thought word reminder skewing, when they* say, "tax the rich" they mean any one that has the ability under the tax code to pay income tax...that's most of my readers. You see, they* get their money, subsidies, out of your hard earned money and they don't work. Some of them are obese (GLP-1 anyone, that will fix a problem and the doctors that prescribed it can hand off to the doctors that save their life, not realizing they are in a loop till they die now) and on disability, grabbing EBT cards (food stamps) while the feign weakness so as to avoid paying the child support to one of his Ex wives or baby mommas 2, 3, 5, 9? children. I described a real person there and they are not of the African persuasion. I am not being mean, actual love is telling the truth, not hiding it under the bed like a half eaten rotten ham sandwich for the pests to nip at.
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I live in the west wing of a modest home that to some would seem palatial and to others pedestrian-a home body comparable. The difference in knowing all of the middles and the ends of which humanity ranges not with goods and stuffs but with humanity as a whole made of beautiful individuals, is a gift given when you can See. You take care of your body, you maintain it and control it, outside forces still take tolls but it's how you roll when you hit the ground, shoulder first, and tuck your head. Your home you maintain and keep it tidy, like your mind, there is no need to carry or perch ratty dustballs and hiding rotten no good for nothing in there is certainly not intelligent; from the bad you take a lesson and leave the rest. This is how to move forward in peace with your self.
I reminisce with deja vu
If you have ever been to the south of Spain and felt the ground which others from another time walked and talked then you will know that which I speak of a time of beauty, peace, and glory. A palace of such splendor only true power knows.
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