happiness beet root, angel, tack and I forgot the noose, nearly.
based against the notions that words are a lot more loosely defined yet ever still defined by our feelings none the same, I looked up the history of usages. I’m rather sure i’ve just the oddest take on life’s meaning to keep myself going and you at least annoyed there is another viewpoint… I almost in a way feel like I am your life’s politician ready and able to lie like a dog to you by telling the truth like only an angel might herald god’s word. I know I get to play only when someone has to take the fall for something…everyone knows it’s a kindergarden requirement to include others and share, but they leave it to us to know when 😀
of course my blood burns the crimsons of enthusiasms and passions beet root perhaps or just about balanced by other veg as a full on borscht. Iam to be me. I know no better way than to adore the odd delighting always within it as if i’m it’s champion. there is a happiness in this, a smugness of being pleased perpetually by the punchline of an unnecessary joke hinted at all within a silent smile… ahh I am that lucky. i got to be me neeners. you did not. so much for passing kindergarden.
the noose of this thought-set really is not that i’m wrong or not allowed to be me but in so many ways i don’t wish to include but beam out just as if look at me whee… why is this a noose? a knot? a word connoting now through time more of a glorious completion to a criminal reunited finally with justice? duh, if i am only happy when it’s me me me look at me or standing out alone, i’m not very inclusionary and thus the knot is obvious… its a tightening about anyone’s thoughts to have mine all abrasively trying to scatter yours. oh well tough. but what on earth does this have to do with tying in a tack?
well, just like a message board in a grocery or student area or your office, here is my message affixed to its blazing for a moment’s place, the gear of the mind in a way to forever remind one of the blessed value of abundance…there is more than one thought… there just is and it’s glorious… perhaps though i could have skipped belaboring it though 😀