Yesterday, I’ve read a story about evil beings surrounding a skeletal dragon. It took three entities to kill it. Then another entity opened the first scroll. When I read this story, it goes to show how merciless these fools operate. Instead of letting “evil” “live”, they offered it death. Instead of giving form to a skeleton, they offered it death.
I don’t like how businesses mixes materials together. In my mind, I was wondering how the heck recyclers can separate out each type of material?
For example, this morning we ate breakfast at McDonalds. Now the cup of coffee is made with three types of material: plastic lid, styrofoam cup and paper label with glue.
Take another example, the pre-packaged food can be stuck to the any material. And I know humans are too lazy too wash out the used containers prior to throwing away into the recycling bin.
While viewing a YouTube video on “President Obama on His Birth Certificate & the Real Issues Facing America” by the “ whitehouse“, I noticed his middle forehead looks like it has a scar running from his upper right hairling to his upper left eyebrow. I imagined see the half-closed eyes of the “Buddha”.
At 10:09pm tonight, the boy called our main land line. He asked: “Did you call [my cellphone]?” Of course, I was blathering about getting a ghostly incoming fax earlier this evening and other alleged ghostly phenom of the thermostat tripping off as a “cold spot” near the base of the stairs a few hours ago.
This was not the only time the boy called about incoming phone calls from our land line to his cellphone.
Here is yet some notable words of wisdom by Maw a few days ago:
“I cannot give a lot on my fixed income and then have my local parish turn around and tell me that they didn’t ask for my donation. Had I known about the situation, you can count on me anytime.”
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From what we gathered, the florist for our church used his own money to make beautiful flower arrangement. He happens to be a very LONG-FACED but VERY sensitive soul. And now that we are aware of the situation, we just need to be there whenever the need arises.
With regard to “my family”, it wouldn’t make sense to continue down that road. What was supposed to have been a promise has become reality. I’m jobless again. And without income, I cannot repay my family but with servitude of menial chores, gardening and chauffering.
