A few memories, as with other things and people, in new forms.

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Nothing done, other than the shower, practice run, making chili, and meds.  Couldn't game or read much.  I think it's medicine, it can do that.  All good.  Strange versions of old tunes wafted first before my eyes then to my ears.  There was something softly right about them, good for Thanksgiving Eve.  Well, and an recurring one with some soft but strong bite. Enjoy as you will.

If you recognized one of the men who physically nailed Christ to the cross?  Believe it or else , I am certain Jesus would disabuse you of harming the actors or doing more than repelling the source.  Sometimes no punishment, given enough wisdom, is the greater punishment.  That would take lifetimes though.






Yeah, music and thought.  Perhaps one is easy enough to balance the other?  Just a little pinprick.  There'll be no more aaaaaaaaah!