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Millstones and white elephants


Catchy marketing be it for a laugh and for a nice beverage and small peppy perk … okay two! Mail.

As you see the first book I play after years not utilizing the machinery is? The big sleep – Raymond chandler offering us Phillip Marlowe private investigator. (Movie has Humphrey bogart, Gerald mother my favorite of the radio drama actors – or like yeah this stuff is ww2 aged)

I enjoyed the jam topped cookies ( while not! Hammentashen, they are shortbread cookies topped with jam or close enough to understand the look/taste of technicality of Product, methods). An der yeah good Mango Melange tea. http://piquantbrands.com/#work

You just would be laughing if your day began as mine did!

Bag holding double bottle of wine has hole – you know the sound!

But heheh here I am! Books bumps bummers and blisses too.

Stick-it Memo
Transcend seem to respond to belief the previous word. Sublimate and overcome are words to go with this in my mind – I didn’t have time for this epiphany so to return to it- these wiki note define wordspictures the use it has

curiously how Harry Potter conjures maybe.

I missed doctors appointment and four busses – I’m not sure this is bad

Commas-you word-alien (boy George/culture club karma chameleon) hook line for parody

By Starman Jones

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

6 replies on “Millstones and white elephants”

Heh my instructions said …. Howard and Platte the turn even if I’d just walked that way lol wasn’t obvious so I switch busses which I knew the original info lol it’s humorous I wal heh walked the same distance to just miss the next bus then that wine hole bag thing lol then other two missed were 10:11 to 11:25 no bus?? I can’t have missed it. Then the last was the known I misconnect always a bus returning home as it’s just 3 minutes different but one always seems disjointed.. or 1.25,.5,,.5,.5– 2:45 minutes of my day eaten alive….plus a walk though it was neat even if time consuming to know where I truly was. a needless 4/5 stops or a complete bus cycle. Ahh learning! But wondering why I came when and where I did? Might just be neat.

Living may be in the wondering or simply may be. Sorry about the bag hole. That must have felt like a heavy water balloon bursting to lightness (maybe not as wet? hope no stains). Especially if you were thirsty. Or the price of knowing where you truly were. Worth it.

Karma chameleon- culture club

Referencing my favorite wordinistas! (Grammar nazi) putting up weird al yankovich’s word crimes video

Which started my day with a bang! As perhaps me edits-too-Little does suck at writing! 😉

http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?lyrics=5775
For a lyric model

As I write parody,

I aim for a hook line usual part of a chorus… then if inspired, line by brutalized line – bash out rerhyming tune.

Comma usage starts my day misunderstood yes, I lost some paint! But maybe I did myself proud handling it with some decency. (One can hope!)

So the
Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon… is?

Comma, comma, comma, comma commas, your words are alien

Dessert loving in your eyes all the way
If I listen to your lies, would you say
I’m a man without conviction
I’m a man who doesn’t know
How to sale a contradiction?
You come and go, you come and go

Connotations, realize, are in what we say.
But also rules that apply – normal ways
Please watch that punctuation
There’s meaning in the flow yes, some erudition
Pauses count, ya know – pauses, count, you know

Commas, commas, commas, commas – your words alien….
What and where pauses show is meanings you know oh
Weild not confusion inducing screams, but writing squeaky clean but writing squeaky clean.

Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon
You come and go, you come and go
Loving would be easy if your colors were like my dreams
Red, gold, and green, red, gold, and green
Didn’t you hear your wicked words every day
And you used to be so sweet I heard you say
That my love was an addiction
When we cling, our love is strong
When you go, you’re gone forever
You string along, you string along

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