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PoSH 20/21

grasp bottle push on cap

one must simultaneously grasp cap and twist now

once twisted remove candy vitamin.

 

you know? too many b vitamins only leads to vivid dreams

the last was of being kidnapped by the foreign apathetic

only to be rescued maybe by mom being oblivious.

I’m not really sure I was rescued but a choice of direction was made

 

I awake to squawks as it’s just as natural for sex to mean children

in this case puppyville.

I think on processes like that of sugar fermented is booze but one too many parties later it just means sugar

sugar for a diabetic is a choice too. but so too is no.

no offense, so many choices seem of no more value than if x train leaves at 6 travelingΒ  blah mph, and why from wherever else leaves at whatever going super blah blah mph when is the head-on collision?

I do know, I wasn’t entirely useless at ALL algebra, but the meaning of it eluded me and so did it’s insistence on a churchly way.

I awoke to squawks and visited the pups only to move them to momma to shut up. I counted 9 I know I have 11 I should go check/recheck. one day in and momma wants space.

I’m really not quite thinking – best time to write before the day burns down with the sun came up.Β  an hour booted to the back of the line for my runts will be nothing new to them….however I feel for them almost

just about as much feeling as nature ever seems to have really for any of us in general.

who ever really comes of age? into their own.

all their ever is is squawking.Β  I suppose if I noticed the audience changes now and again.

let me make sure mine doesn’t dwindle…just as I felt I wasn’t ever save..yet here I am so I must’ve been.

By Starman Jones

Everything and Nothing interests me. I cook read, write and even have to clean. I SHOULD NOTE: I'm 40 something.

4 replies on “PoSH 20/21”

Eleven puppies! Oh my word. Poor mother dog. I hope you located the 2 stray pups….. “who ever really comes of age?” … interesting question because it really makes one ask what it truly means to come of age. I think we are finding our own self in bits and pieces through our whole life and keep adding to the mosaic. peace & smiles

considering previous outtings at this enterprise, it’s a joy 11/11 have first day made it so likely baring eating anything lethal til adoption.. might make it. previous outtings are 16/17-10 after first day, 11/6 first day. or overall a far healthier crop of crappers. yes, I have favorites despite wishing in general they didn’t arrive at all hurumph. I watch to see how basics of personality show and who is going to be the biggest punkrock girl scamp or adorable cuddle bug boy most like their folks yet still unique to themselves. we already know the big bitch of the bunch- first grey is a loud chunky monkey. two born together actually are fastest of friends, one has the most expressive nose shake grunt versus wine hey! where’s the FOOD. attitude otherwise likely to be the worst of the explorers… etc. — but to the point of “of age”

I don’t know, I know enough to know we change in our focuses – obviously I understand differently now than “then” I still however wonder if I’m so vastly different… in that sense I mean I don’t anyone would mistake me now then or any when.

Poor Mama! She’s ready for a vacation I’m sure! Ha! πŸ˜› One where there are NO male dogs! πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜€
OOH! YAY on the puppies! Who doesn’t love some puppy breath and puppy snuggles! πŸ™‚
I think on the inside we are always that same person we were as a child. Though we learn better how to “be adult…fit in”, we are still that little kid. πŸ™‚ And no matter how enlightened, or evolved, or self-helped we’ve helped ourselves, etc., we might never really change or come of age. πŸ™‚ And as for me, I’m fine with that! πŸ™‚ I like always being the youngest kid (in heart and mind and goofiness, etc.) in the room! πŸ˜›
Pet the pups for me!
HUGS!!! πŸ™‚

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