If it is specific. There are things to do. To choose. When you’re hungry. The dinner bell will ring. This one is the one you said you didn’t like. And there you are. Everything you eat you say something about. Even Christmas is a way to dig it in. But before you go I think you ought say a few words. When it’s smaller you read it differently.
With our eyes closed you hear it and you feel it more. So much energy is spent that way. Looking all the time. Even if spaghetti turns out to be really really good for you. Well, it’s better than a lot of things. Chocolate for every meal, really? Chili peppers, yes. Now I think you’re trying too hard.
It’s more quiet with the TV off. Things don’t go as fast. I’m sitting here and I don’t mind. I don’t feel compelled. But I do feel comfortable. Even if the distance is too great, it doesn’t seem so bad to make the effort now. Getting up and getting down. They are not the same. Difference is ok here when you’re 12. Noon or midnight? Don’t be smart, so smart, too smart for you’re own good. Whatever that might mean. Is it the suit of swords again?
I spent some time in the Sahara. Oh, it’s always about you and you. Kindness before lunch. And special things with tea. That’s the way I like it. The driver pulled over and let them have some time to themselves. They had a picnic by the side of the road. They drank soft drinks and had chips and sandwiches. They shared it with the driver. He felt touched by that.
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