Writers write, right?
Animals are creatures.
Creatures are created
If they are created they couldn’t have been evolved.
If they couldn’t have evolved what’s the hassel..
If hasel arrives we must stand.
Where can we stand?
Don’t ask me. I created nothing.
Mealy Crisnas
WS
Now go write you animal you
Remember the hit song that’s theme was I CAN’T NO SATISFACTION? OK so you’re not that old. Everyone seeks SATISFACTION for their own satisfaction and not much for the satisfaction of others.
And that’s a shame.
Marriages die because both sing ITS ALL ABOUT ME. I problems bring blindness to a beautiful scene.
Simple manners, please and thank you go a long way. Unfortunately, we have trashed the whole idea on mores and manners. I wanna talk about me to my satisfaction and care not for you.
By the way, if you don’t write me a response l will cry.
Be satisfied.
WS
I took the wife with me on an excursion she had never participated in during her many years and gained in her knowledge of our society .
I took her to da dump. Ta da dump, to da dump, to da dump dump dump.
She said it was more enlightening than yhe symphony.
Go write in the dump.
Waiting is a skill that is best learned in the military and/or government offices. Jiffy Lube is a secondary establishment. The promise is always ‘just have a seat and we’ll have you out in a few’.
A FEW WHAT!
It’s been 40 minutes just to get someone to talk to.
HAVE A SEAT
Sir? Yes SIR!
Keep think. It will change you and thus the world.
Keep writing
WS
The season of love or hate, smiles or frowns, ups or downs, laughter or tears, rejoice or anger. A time of giving with a heart or mandate, humility or pride, wanna or gotta.
It’s all about spending. Not always with cash or card. Many times it’s time or a journey to a loved one’s home. A trip to a place with memories or a place to hide.
On any case, remember what the season stands for and if you do, you will have joy for every season.
Ask Jesus to be your greatest gift this season. Love and joy to you all.
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May God bless you for all the days and celebrations in your future and not just December 25th.
“Rats” I shouted. Not the fuzzy ones that eat the wiring in your cat or carry rabies or chews holes in the wall, but a happening. I just burned my hand on a Taco.
Tacos are dangerous, you know. One rolled across the grill and I, with my brilliant mind, reached for it.
Sizzle.
Thats when Rats came out of my mouth.
That’s a gross picture isn’t it. I’m gonna have a hard time sweetening that flash.
Don’t blame me if you barfed on your phone or laptop. It was the rat’s fault.
The tacos were very good. Especially with the little foot prints in the sauce.
Until next time.
WS
I remember mama tellin’ me that I was born as the sun was coming up early in the morn.. I don’t remember that at all.
But I been writing ever sense.
Enjoy your memories.
WS
Guys, you are missing the best of life. Pedicures. You get to sit beside your best friend and have a cute you lady kneeling at your feet.
Every once in a while you feel the digging of the point of the clipper.
It’s the greatest thing since instant coffee.
Keep writing.
WS
This new bug is hitting folks hard is OPTICON 99 a mutation of OPTICON 98. The symptoms include love of politicians and pronouns. The singing of alphabet songs indicate a terminal case.
Love and kisses to all.
Keep singing.
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