Palmistry and the Log
July - July's: Crying is for Writers
Reaching for his pen, he then commenced to try to write the story of his life Working all day and sleeping all night, what was there to say, what was there to write Loving is for rich men, hating is for poor men, money is for fighters, crying is for writers Living in the center of his own little world, his face never seen, his voice never heard An endless stream of sorrow flows, a victim of the life he chose Might as well write about the working of a 40 horsepower combustion engine
Putting down his pen, he turned and said I want to live but I wish I were dead Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
These kits-above-computers have tugged a keep-line on human cognition , free thought, properties, and rites - since the invent of computers. As long as -their is: violence, fraud, theft, and decibel line - hearsay- as well as perfectionism.. Around, with trashing and accidents, we will be and are capable of compiling a log of what is on your bounce- of what you intend to get out into material-conciousnes, not always accurate, but...
it seems, and pressure declares that the people do not care that an organism, as long as it feels known and as long as pressure declares - people do not care that an organism- so long of it feeling known, of a miniscule macro, or irelivant in unit,- whether a living thing get's one jolt of feeling return and emotional relevance,- past a fortification and property claim and materilisation. I.
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