' Oh! the dying to death. Each morning filled with pain. The nights lived through with the same. Each woken knowledge agrees That pain is always near Needing anticipation Lest it catch you unprepared; Then the devastation is at least doubled. Each day living Yet dying unto death. '
Where are you O' Lord Wherefore art Thou my Everlasting Friend - Hast Thou gone on a trip And forgotten Thy claim? And if Thou hast truly gone When might You be returning To enter in back again? My Lord, my Lord Dost Thou not know my needs Which only Thee.. YES.. only Thee Can supply? Life is becoming dry Although the outside rains. RSVP right away! RSVP right away.
There was a time when entering in meant Through a door: Yes! Adore. .. Today .. It also could mean to be taken And even if that Only for a brief nightingshade amber glow Lest being ravaged is preferred.
Just because the camera did not catch Does not mean that it is not on your sleeves. Beware, take heed Be wise and live. Why would ye die If you can be free as thou hast said You want to be?
My mamma told me just the other night That it might be perhaps I don't pass gas, or fart, that I prefer being the 'bottomed' one. After all... even my lover, so my mamma said, passes gas much more frequently than me, her son.
Carlos Castaneda, the Caucasian learner of Don Juan, even wrote the same... Fart! said Don Juan. For it is in farting that a man knows he lives.
It is a strange thing When a woman passes gas In the presence of others. And It is a strange thing When a man never does... (pass gas).
So if you can't remember the last you passesd gas Take an inventory to see If gas is included while on your toilet seating. If even there gas is missing let a gastro-intestinal specialist be made aware. Cars, though some run on DC, often uses gas like many other living thing. I'm sure even the Orangutans feel the same. https://www.dreamstime.com/photos-images/orangutan.html
