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The First Thing That Comes to Your Mind
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Oct 24, 2013 03:39AM
before I was a cropduster pilot who flew into a power line.
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Whew! That twenty-words-or-less rule is a tough one!
[Lol! M!]
To choose or not to choose?
To choose or not to choose?
Whether or not to be decisive is something I can’t make up my mind about.
My sister is the most indecisive person in our family.
I am the sole owner of that trait in mine ;)
Leads to a loneliness that is exacerbated by the pretty pile of money that mocks us the meaning of purpose.
Air Supply's "Lonely is the night, when I'm not with you. Lonely is the night, ain't no light shining through..."
Through a glass darkly the light remained an outsider and after a time wondered at the meaning of darkness.
For now we see through a glass, darkly, but in Swedish we will see as in a mirror.
The wonder of a child looking through a kaleidoscope for the first time.
Ahh, how I wish to have innocence again!
But disillusionment was so hard to come by!
The cook in the pantry was disillusioned.
The cook has a black belt in cooking--one chop and you're dead.
He was hired at once to run a hospital cafeteria, to keep the census up.
The paper work was one hot customer.
...who just got out of the oven.
When he showed up late to pick her up for dinner and a movie, on his lapel the ghost of a perfume she didn’t wear, he had a feeling it wasn’t going to be the calm night Channel 12 had predicted.
His wife popped the Bobbit documentary into the DVD during supper, and he felt the ghost of a knife in a place no knife wants to be felt.
She grabbed the very last Hobbit: Extended Edition off the shelf, to the dismay of the mob standing behind her.
Sometimes the temptation to turn the neighborhood dogs into Bilbo-like creatures was overwhelming, but she knew she had to stop. It was becoming a hobbit.
When Gloria wrote her memoirs, she titled the chapter recounting her teens and early twenties “The Big Bang.”
Singing Gloria by Laura Branigan at the top of my lungs.
It's my mother's favorite song :)
[[And one of my favourites, too.]]Watching yet another cassette tape get eaten by the ghost in the machine.
The one I remember liking by Branigan was “Self Control.”
[I like that song too]
To eat or not to eat the chocolates in the fridge.
To eat or not to eat the chocolates in the fridge.
What makes the world go 'round?
I wish being speechless was in my vocabulary so as to minimize sock-on-tongue syndrome.[[ The Great Curve by David Byrne. ]]
Guy wrote: “The world moves on a woman’s hips.”Something quotable is difficult to follow.
"Speak softly and carry a big stick; you will go far."
It's not the size of a man's stick that is important, but how well he wields it.
I really don't know how I could ever catch up with M and Guy.
It is not a race to the finish, but one of a shared journey, in which no one is left behind, nor is there the need to catch up.
It was not at all the kind of journey for Skeeter, who, by nature, liked to be left behind to enjoy, in solitude, the things that really mattered and that went unnoticed by the incurious, imperceptive crowd.
On the day the sheep became aware of being a sheep the wool was removed from between his ears and the world metamorphosed.
"Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full."
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full."
The little old hag couldn't help but bag her wool bags with the slags and mags from the village of Shearing.
and they all lived happily ever after.
That they all lived happily ever after had largely to do with the fact that they lived far away from each other.
