And aqll that ever did matter, is remembering to turn the emersion off prior to a dunkin....
No matter what dunkin they've TRIED on you...(they plural hahh hahhh....so many of them!)
Always.
The Bard never managed a line like that, poor man....
And thus, mine must now arise. \one day.
But to write...well i do think you have to live also...inside the impossible stories. No matter what she throws at you.
That, alone, is the 'energy' the fraudulent alternatives and therapisers and all of them - invaders...can never know. Because they can never let go, and fight, with flower petals.... but mean it. And even begin to handle, one of their 'own' so cruelly destroying a den of...baby animals.... last July. I mean even Boris now says "bunny huggers" are fine people too.
