I experienced a few high points in my Universe today. I hesitate to call them miracles but the Christians abolished all it’s synonymns.
I do not know this tobe true, but I believe it to be true, and so;
If I believe it, it is true, within my look.
I pause. The reader is stunned and may be thinking; you can’t do that… or perhaps youinstinctivly jumped to he can’t dothat, can he?
BAMThat sound. I finally pieced it to gether. A mystery sound that is amazingly like the dog next door.
Ding. #1. Google can hear my breathing, see mymotion, time my typing.
Just like Howard, they can only collect, but think how fast me clicking on a brand of DAB pipe/pen mini water bong.
If only I had a carol. My very first crush secratary on TV. She reminded me of Mrs. Broomhead and a mote sopisticaed level of humour. My mother has at least one story of horror I retained, and have passed on through reteling. Carol… oh crap. Wait. His wife was carol. I mixed her with Carol Burnet, could it be?
I would call my Google assistant except she’d be loud and — I think she’d know that.
Wouldn’t it be cool if I am right. To me, the pieces connected and something just locked in.
Darn. I think I flooded the BAM. I hate when the BAM is what causes the broken loops.
I cn re… pause.
This is the drama part. Need some excersize.
end of whatever
- May 19, 2018 @ 02:08:37 [Current Revision] by Jeff Goebel
- May 19, 2018 @ 02:08:37 by Jeff Goebel