it was foggy outside today, wasn't it?
I'm not sure if I forgot my taking complete advantage of my secret ability which I am sure that I have. So we'll change that now. And throw it in. At the end of this mind altering saying, "If you don't have something nice to say about someone, it is not appropriate to say anything" Now I don't know who it is in this world but important to the point that they would be blasted from the window I have in my side or to use old style English, my shingles. For those of you who ask, "what the hell is a shingle?" Should maybe ought to enroll in a night course in flamboyant writing.
Though a few of you should apologize once they reach the bottom of their travel or their rope. I am sorry I wasn't able to save them from the nasty note that I have sent them. About this time my father walked in, noticed me thrown on a cement floor before my mother came and I've told you that her condition of environment is much larger. So to those of you that have made one scintilla of the artful language contained in this apology your welcome for a drink. And for those that were too apprehensive of joining it just goes to show you that not all of us of a group that is enlightened far beyond the rest. Basically to those of you that did not understand I pray that you achieve enlightenment very soon. Because it is so necessary. So just bring it back and I'll throw it on the grill for a few minutes more time until it's hot enough to meet your needs.
For the rest of you that are already aware of the degree of concentration and cryptic prowess with which I write just hang in there and do not discard it, but save it for the day that you can understand it and simply walk up to your child with a folded box that you maintain my blogs in and thank your child or partner for not taking a promise contained within. Both sides of your trusty sword. Providing who have not just watch someone that could not afford but appreciated the great value of this small writing.
No I am not drunk, I do not drink. No, I do not drink. And third there have been times though rare in existence that my mental facilities have failed me miserably. Why don't you chew it over and see which category you feel that I belong in at this time.
God Bless you, each and every one
Ken, the afterlife messenger
PS If you don't understand this be patient. I don't either, I just type (?) Sharon
Though a few of you should apologize once they reach the bottom of their travel or their rope. I am sorry I wasn't able to save them from the nasty note that I have sent them. About this time my father walked in, noticed me thrown on a cement floor before my mother came and I've told you that her condition of environment is much larger. So to those of you that have made one scintilla of the artful language contained in this apology your welcome for a drink. And for those that were too apprehensive of joining it just goes to show you that not all of us of a group that is enlightened far beyond the rest. Basically to those of you that did not understand I pray that you achieve enlightenment very soon. Because it is so necessary. So just bring it back and I'll throw it on the grill for a few minutes more time until it's hot enough to meet your needs.
For the rest of you that are already aware of the degree of concentration and cryptic prowess with which I write just hang in there and do not discard it, but save it for the day that you can understand it and simply walk up to your child with a folded box that you maintain my blogs in and thank your child or partner for not taking a promise contained within. Both sides of your trusty sword. Providing who have not just watch someone that could not afford but appreciated the great value of this small writing.
No I am not drunk, I do not drink. No, I do not drink. And third there have been times though rare in existence that my mental facilities have failed me miserably. Why don't you chew it over and see which category you feel that I belong in at this time.
God Bless you, each and every one
Ken, the afterlife messenger
PS If you don't understand this be patient. I don't either, I just type (?) Sharon
That reminds me of a piece I first read in high school, back when my mind was impressionable and my memory much better then now (thinking of yesterday when I was confusing two clubs that I'm in charge of setting the agenda for, thereby confusing the people at one of those clubs wondering why I was assuming a member wouldn't be there).
Anyway, here's the poem.
Ladies & Jellyspoons...
I stand before you to go behind you
To tell you something I know nothing about.
This Thursday, which is Good Friday,
There will be a mothers' meeting to which only fathers are invited.
Wear your best clothes if you haven't any,
And if you can come, please stay at home.
Admission is free, pay at the door.
Grab a chair and sit on the floor.
It doesn't matter where you sit,
The man in the gallery is sure to spit.
Our next meeting is about the four corners of the round table.
Thank me!
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That was pure artistry!!!! Straight from the mouth of a craftman in charge of recreating the wheel, you could very well be paving the way for a new style of prose/apology/forgiveness.....
we love/miss ya guys, and as always yer in our prayers.
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This one is a great mystery. Hmmmm. Methinks I need more clues.
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