Topic: The Dis-order of the Disorganised Philosophies.. | |
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Witches and wizards and words and vats.
Ideas and mice and shades of haze... Who would of thought home could be so much fun? Well, I know...but then what was the question? |
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Home is where your heart is.
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((and wherever I lay my hat)) |
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Funny how the wolf shows, up to chase away the sheep...and sometimes
when the wolf is lost, he thinks the sheep are him... Oh what a quandary for the poor little lost wolf....sheep with fangs... |
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Wolf? Sheep? Can I be the sheepdog?
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Sure.
Can I be the eagle who flys over the scene and enjoys the veiw for what it is? Beautiful and surreal? |
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Or a bee, flying from flower to flower, admiring the beauty of each
while I search for food. |
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Funny I was thinking butterfly...then went nah...if I am
gonna pretend I may as well pretend to be big |
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I was thinking butterfly first, but I thought I might be to dependent on
the wind. So wind would be a good idea, too. I could be a breeze or a storm, depending on mood |
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As long as you don't give the sheep with fangs wind....
There was a bit of that blowing around in the other valley...was a bit hot too... |
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Wind as in fa.....g????????????????
Never occurred to me, but would be a good idea for the wolf. His brains might need some |
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hahahahah...brainfart?
What is that? I see it, well, no I don't see it, but I read it, and wonder what that is...and is like a release, of like, mental colic? |
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You two!!
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It's like letting the air out of a radiator so the water to heat it can
flow again |
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I have enough problems with spare tyres,and pressure.
As well as wandering through reams of dribble, to have to not really do anything, that wasn't obvious already. |
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Wandering through reams of dribble????? Yuck
Could you not just go outside and play????? Maybe somebody cleans the dribble up while you are out. |
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mmm...good idea.
Not having a snorkel, made it a bit of a challenge, and I am sure I heard the clank of the cleaning trolley wandering up the hall. |
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I know that I will be out in a while.
The weather is fine again after yesterdays rain and nature is calling to me. I still can smell brain farts here and I feel I have to air myself out for a bit. |
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I know, I know....
Think a good book, and a little lie down may be in order. |
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Jess thank you.
For many things. Mostly for a place to rest and breath deeply of the spirit of freedom tolerance. Can I just be one of the sheep. Pleese! |
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