Time will tell. It usually does.
A Time for Choosing (RR)
Choose carefully.
Over-thinking has its fans in the fan club…..of the wall stall. Allowing Lord knows what into the foundational landscape.
Conventional Wisdom. How far does everyone have to go down before building a brighter future? (gb)
Without the nucleaus , the nuclear family, there is no real structure (sb). There is total and complete confusion. Too much doubt stirs the pot of the never-ending glory of the story.
Like a bad boil that juts or jets out from the nugget goo-ey center.
Goes down slimey and sludgy and just plain yuckey🤢.
It’s a dance with a 10 legged centipede. And good luck with that.
“For God,
For Family
For Country.” (GB)
In modern times, we need an operation Over Lord. As in the Lord watches over US.
An enthusiastic participant in the goodness of others is a good place to live. To be. Enthusiasm can be contagious. Yes. Contagious. The kinda bug excellent to pass on. Pass it On. A good bug😳. Yes. There are some good ones. If you catch one, please carefully hold it in the palm of your hand, allow it air to breathe, and release it, let it go to fly free.
Hopefully the goods bugs, they are in your environment. If not, do you… Otherwise,” line ‘em up, line ‘em up, line ‘em up, line ‘em up, knock ‘em back, knock ‘em back, knock ‘em back, knock ‘em back “(mw)
The melancholy moment prompts you to pick your poison. Unsure, unaware of who is on your side. Causes and casts confusion, doubt. Is this part of the multiple choice equation?
We’ve seen the tired story over and over, seen it in and in/at our parties, homes, watering holes, universities, churches, houses of worship, youth playgrounds, adult playgrounds, as a dis claimer of you— a ploy to test you. To test you to see “How much you can take, how much you can take “it”.
Are you. A light weight. A heavy weight?
Indeed. More like a ploy and way to cause you to numb the pain. 🤢
The pain of being away from loved ones, the mettle of your intentions in joining new “ones” ..fresh ones, better ones, tastier ones., More appealing ones.
Taking a juicy bite right outta you and the nucleus. A giant, crunchy bite….
Depending on what’s “in there” “out there” or buzzing around, it very well may cause a “dead upon consumption” outcome.
How do we know?
We don’t.
Nobody does.
Why do we care?
Because good humans do.
Care.
A Time for Choosing.
Yea.
Yes.
Yep.
Yowsa
Yo
And.
Whoa.
Slow it down.
Doubt is a fickle bit**. And it can tear you up. Inside. Outside. Like a gnawing little ankle biter. Itchy, scratchy, pesky.
Facade+ Pretending=Doubt.
Doubt=An itchy, scratchy mess of boiled boil filled with junky gunk.
Facade: An outward appearance that is maintained to conceal a less pleasant or creditable reality.
Where is my mask.
Sit back and watch the sh** show. Just Watch the ants, bugs and slugs come a march’in on in….And start burrowing into the foundation. Num num as in Yum Yum? you are simply too yummy to pass up.
I don’t think so.
Numb numb—as in “I cannot feel my feet anymore.” You are already way past that. Numb to the effects of the constant attacks. Retreating into the background as a means for survival. Hoping.
Hope can be a four letter word😳.
Facade. Also means the face of the building, especially the principle front that looks onto a street or open space.
We should all be so lucky. Good luck with that.
A room with a view. The landscape of the view. A place to lay one’s hat? A hook. Hook you up with someone—
Better?
Good luck with that too.
Protect what is sacred. Interpretive skills notwithstanding.
Protection to deprive is a viable option. (ml) Stand firm to a religious belief about marriage. We are free to believe and we can agree to disagree.
Amen to amend. Stand up to beliefs. Stand up with beliefs. The bill is in the mail….😳Uh. Oh.
I hope not. With “the check is in the mail” too. Never to be counted, credited, allocated, appropriated!
Ugh…. I just ate a bug. I think it just flew right into my mouth. Ugh.How’d that happen. My mouth was, had been sealed. My mouth was closed. No words, No nothing. Was silenced long ago. By the
Poisonous ones. The poisionous bugs. And they got me good. Intimidated. Harassed. They succeeded and I shut my mouth. Closed. It.
Because they went after my nucleus. My jugular. And I will protect. At all costs. Yours. Mine and Ours. Before I was dead upon consumption. Just as they preferred. Their preference did not include,
Me.
But. I do not care what they prefer.
We have the right to remain silent.
Not to be silenced.
And.
Your life is yours.
However you choose to live it.
Yours.
Mine.
And.
Ours.
I think I just swallowed the bug. 🤢 Hopefully it was not the poisonous one. All I can hope is it ain’t burrowing and taking up camp in my core.
Hope can be a four letter word.
I will pretend the swallowing never happened. 😩 and if I continue to over think it, I will be continually be forced to enjoy burnt, crunchy toast. Ok by me.
Bring It On.
I know me. My tolerance. And I care about. You. I know how to pick the right kinda poison to stop the tooth from ache-ing. Burrow away. I can upchuck when needed and necessary😀 swish and swoosh and I am good to go.
Chasing after you. To consider hopping on a Good train. A God-like train. Avoidance for any possibility of any of your nucleus becoming dead upon consumption. The stall is re-opened. But now you are in charge. The can is in your control.
Hopping on the God train helps prevent a train wreck. Train wreck avoidance. Train wreck preventative poision, poisoning. You pick it. It does not pick you or at you. Feel alive. Numbness begins to thaw. Guard rails at your choosing, and if you choose to stand up straight. Knock ‘em back however you wish.
Your choice.
Like a delicate flower, a good bug is one to hold near and dear in the palm of your hand. If you love something set it free. If it comes back to you, it is yours to protect. If it does not come back, work a little harder.
To prove your proof.
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