the part of “doing” that most leads to having done a great job might just be focus (aka. not multitasking)
ah, the distinctive flavor of skeptical self-encouragement … not quite self-doubting, but full of wonder: not as in awe, but of curiosity: not about things that exist, but the possibility of things that might.
the sky is gray, with confidence i say, portland is where i am today
Some mothers are incapable of honest criticism or anything short of always giving uplifting complements; their love gets in the way.
The blowy whirry spinny thing that tempers the temperature of the logic-loving extension of my Repetitively Strainedly Injured hands has been occasionally articulating it’s disdain for dust in growly grumbling groans. For forty dollars the DELLinator will deliver a refurbished replacement replete with repair-at-own-risk revelry. Proceed to Checkout, Complete Order, oh boy, best of luck,...
Milton Bradley would make then badly and I am...
limited autonomy: tanking talents, melting muse, forced focus, draining duties. so hopeful: healthful hobbies, hooked hombres, inspiring influencers, lasting love, charming city.
Jazzing the Mundane
it’s good to have a way with things a way that’s fresh a way that springs to life the lifeless melody of everyday of daily things
for a time slacks and shirt. without which, fired, brokeness and hunger, less barbecue/beer/burgers/indian (such diverse tastes!). paused dreams pay the bills.
no shower. for time shower now. shower time bed. bed head time. time knife kite. shower head kite sleep.
Grey-matter compost spritzes unfounded prose-ic concoctions.
Fare well or your efforts might feel slighted at their abuse. “Put your whole ass into it.” Never I knew a man that managed to walk with half of one, much less a woman that looked good doing so.
The precondition for post-operations is that the previously performed action had no mishap. For a single malfunction can hinder the unction of a team to continue to the junction of success despite a clear-cut goal. Without a plotted path nothing goes well. Or rather, it may go well but it might as well be going to hell because the place it is going sure isn’t enlightened. “You gotta...
Now what is all this hoopla flapping gab? It’s my brain letting hang, doing dump down the drain, and there’s no off position. This fluid relaxation exercise best net good or I’ll meet my demise in much shorter time.