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I need a break from making too much sense or whatever else goes along with that. When things get too heavy, it is time to lighten up for a minute.
I sat to
Write
A poem on a pad.
I wanted
More
But this is all I had.
Since that did not work out very well. I decided to try something else. Let me be random and bizarre and bear with me.
Chatter does not matter.
Flatter me and scatter me.
I get fatter and fatter on blather that will not rhyme …
Nor reason.
That makes no sense … but isn't that the point? Not everything must always make sense. Eventually, gravity and magnetism center things. Therefore …
Sipping Peets
Major Dickason's.
To my horror realized
I have been spelling
AND pronouncing it
WRONG.
What other deep errors assail me?Please poor meanother cupof cough-freecough-fee.
And I did. I had more coffee and it helped a lot.
Finding a note about watching some candidates taking themselves way too seriously, I reflected:
It was a painful debate to watch.I did not appreciate all the questions nor their answers.On the other hand …I am out of hands.
I guess everyone made their positions and demeanor fairly clear.So, as Lincoln said,"If this is the sort of thing you like, you will probably like this sort of thing."
Sometimes I do like that sort of thing … and there is no escaping the suffering, pain, ugliness, and nonsensical seriousness of our world for long. We must return and repair.
So, I leave you with a quote that actually might make sense … at least to me … because it is mine.
Hate never accomplishes anything but more hate, ignorance, violence, and mistrust. It is good at building walls where we need roads.
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