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Ah, melting snow and too much humidity!
π What more could we want then luck? Hard work helps. Persistence. Purpose. A sense that things get better if we place truth in the thoughts of them. The expectation of communal and unspoken correct society.
πheart (where is the heart)
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Dec 31, 2013 (12-24-2013)
well . . .
I think I've blogged enough today.
"I'm all blogged out."
~ OK Now.
Praise God! awful first novel lines:OK, I've actually got somewhere to go.
Thank Veterans profusely and unexpectedly!
how hard is it to use these new symbols in your stuff? Well, first you need to know that they exist. Second, you can just cut and paste them.
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I've got a message for . . . Mr Bash (an alias for someone else). Mr Bash, if I use brace expansion with the dot-dot idiom, ie like this:
echo -e {π..π }{π..π}{π..π}" "
why does that not work when
echo -e {π,π,π }{π,π,π}{π,π,π,π,π,π,π,π,π,π}" "
will? Maybe I've not ordered the elements properly. Well that little snippit doesn't work that well but t
The following poem is fresh, whipped up, off the cuff.
Oh Steve What would you write if you were free to write about whatever you feel is right? The catalog of liars and opportunistic buyers of various flyers of a false point, a lie. How dapper you are just being yourself so much better that you try so hard. We need you. We love you. We want you we love you we want you to be OK and even the people who you write about who we can all just tell are not well But not quite destined for hell. Praise God!
"An inheritance may be gotten hastily at the beginning; but the end thereof shall not be blessed." Proverbs 20:21 KJV
ππ ππHe's doing his jazz hands again. send the ambassador to the outsiders lounge and tell all the guests that it's their turn to scrounge. eccentric leaders and their expensive designs who dares to tell them when their cargoes hit mines? So he's doing his jazz hands again. who dares tell him? ah, but music and dancing the scent of expensive ointments and lotions and the sound of the rain electric who dares tell that the party might end? Who will explain this to the ambassador? ππ
Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up!
And this really is at the end of the column
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