each and every goodbye is the final goodbye say it to myself each and every night hard to fall asleep sometimes but most days the sense of accomplishment wins out today was not wasted joy in sleep perchance to dream perchance to wake and repeat
hardening out of the lungs if all the bullets are dodged then oxygen one way or another is going to be the end either too much of it or not enough die Menge macht dem Gift
in the quiet cool Sunday morning the scent of the fresh grass growth carries up the hillside into the sensory domains of rabbit hare and deer
searching for a way out of the tight squeeze not enough time or too much time wasted on screen where are you headed to these days back out onto the field with or without machine not my call to make but you forgot to turn the perimeter back on better go out and correct that mr rabbit
have you spelled that in the masculine or the feminine can you even tell is it important any more and if so why so
got to get the socks on and be on the way out Sunday lunch is a battle for the good stuff turn up earlier and earlier lunch turns to brunch and brunch to breakfast when will we ever give up on it accept that the best is at home
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if you like this song then go stream a boy i would like to kill okay bye
one last word before we go to bed and float off into our dreamscape
comfortable is the life of those who believe to be living in a time of peace. i see no end to the conflict of the twentieth century, but simply dates on paper supposedly delineating one outbreak from the next. the war continues on multiple fronts. the military/civilian divide is a line drawn in a sound byte used to justify the actions of allies and condemn those of enemy. the civilian infrastructure was purposefully targeted to increase terror and decrease morale among the civilian population. the terrorists used the hospital as a civilian shield against our aerial attacks. the school was incidentally hit by a stray missile supposedly targeting a nearby military object.
he is a janitor at the local high school he works hard he makes 2ok a year i know that is not a lot of money but he gives me everything he has he pays for his own gas he drives a twenty twelve kia i want a man who works hard you are judging him because he lives in a trailor plenty of people live in a trailor we are making this work he is doing the work that needs to be done what are those men doing that are earning more than 200k a year does it need to be done or will we need to eat the rich
maintain the strengths of character gained over bonding with dear selves this flesh is overflowing with identity is there ever too much of you within me beg the question too much of a good thing bona fide hung up on meat hooks the struggle is pushing the distractions to one side this is the price of convenience
it is bloody work meeting necessity luck rarely ever has anything to do with the food on the table a quarter of a million euros of machine rolling over the fields not even considering running costs and wages when over how many seasons do we pay off the loan five ten fifteen twenty ...
still wondering about you and all the things you do sure i know i didnt make it work i do not play the leading male role well at all awfully caught up in prospero and caliban difficult passing the day with either of them i know oscillating between the two is no relief either
pains on the other side of the mirror the splitting image sits upright unblinking stay awake to catch sight of what i think is impossible a good deal is something i tell myself to feel better about being taken to the cleaners think myself lucky that i walked away with my life let alone something in my hands or hands at all
choose the dealer get in there and fire away they are the support network otherwise the cheap online diy option is the only avenue twindle it together with sticks and spit gaffa if you can find it cobble together solutions re evaluate the needs a basis of decision making
moving from here to there and everywhere a little space in between never any time to spare always loading if only we lived around the corner from frankfurt wait they are expanding the runway here in berlin already expanded the connections are slow coming expensive speed so we take it slow and let the expense creep in over time the purchase windows have changed missed this year better luck next time
ramming marine grade timber into the ground as posts to hold the vines seems like a bit of overkill never going to see the turnaround on the investment just a little something to keep me out of trouble on the side to sink the monies into and lose out on the fun is reward enough a sense of accomplishment and learning something everyday is extra
need to lift at least three hundred kilograms so we are looking at the half a tone probably being enough and the two and a half tonne on the ground that would be enough for pallets what about the bush trimmer put it up on the side is a sub compact tractor going to be able to manage that i dont think so good question to ask we may be stuck with the manual method we can get battery automated clippers to make the work a little easier
the situation here is still far too good for street charity sandwiches and bananas are going unappreciated no exchange of goods or services simply playing the role of needing a hand out when the hand is already outstretched take advantage of the available services there are even services for people to navigate the services enablers for the extractors of the social services a little like the taxation legal team on a multinational global corporate i think the last time the poor were instrumentalised the catholic church came about
cat slips in cat slips out a play of hide and seek disinterest draws the feline out of the corner miao miao i have been here this whole time what are you doing?