.
It sure looks like it.
A gentle nod, and smile. A knowing, understanding. Some
prescience, if nothing that isn't know or suspected. Some wonder, past
and present. Or maybe saying what I think just isn't so. Though...
I... don't see that. Even if from one who might suggest to actually
know. Certainly not from someone who simply hopes.
I like hope though. Faith and charity are it's fine sisters.
Better than fear, the other choice? I say so. Right or not is
another question, and answer, for yourself.
Ah... yes. I put the ones I thought fit. Not... that I understand,
but the patterns... seem to lend to this group. Or not. Who...
ever knows? I know nothing. Amen.
I only ever... see and suspect. A suspicious man. Still awake, can't sleep, things churning. It is finally warm enough, but... things are still stirring. Good night, I hope, or good day, morning, whatever.
I've often wondered about your "someone is digging, looking, suggesting" posts, its why I mostly leave those alone, obviously not talking to me. But I have wondered who, since they can read my stuff too. Should I mind my P's & Q's, pull my punches, censor myself? Sometimes forget this is open to the world ("waves"... then a one finger "salute").
ReplyDeleteFood or Fast..."If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding. How can you
have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?"
No, I wouldn't worry about your stuff. You don't have all sorts of links involved. You are, even digitally, save to those who can see no matter (and they already know), you are anonymous. Now THAT is paranoia. Good one, Guido! :p
ReplyDeleteI can't have my pudding either way. Bleh. It's been since Tuesday evening that I ate. And, really, I am hungry. Hungry? My body wants to eat. Or... it almost feels like it? It would if food was available? If probably less than I think.
Then again, there is food available. I have sardines and kippers, cottage cheese, yogurt, and... cheese slices, gouda even, one of my favorite. It's not like I am literally starving from lacking. I just... don't... want to eat, or those things.
Stupid, but, okay. I don't care, and in a way it really doesn't matter? I'm not going to die. Well, not from that. *grins*