I was scared out of my gord.
I find myself more and more at odds with it.
Uncertain of how it all fits together. On Friday, a school principal in the central northern state of Wisconsin was shot and killed. I can remember being a kid and going with my folks. As perfect as a newborn babe. I hope I can see it again some day soon.
On Friday, a school principal in the central northern state of Wisconsin was shot and killed. Pop had to get the elephant ears.
Channeling broad degrees of content into a singular network.
A cool two hundred and fifty bucks for a unit the same BTU and size as a fifty dollar traditional unit. The place where I live has casement windows, the largest width of the opening being a skimpy nineteen inches. Every street had the feeling of a Norman Rockwell painting, every tree the dusty ice that glistens and shines in the winter sun.
A look on the thermometer as I passed by the bank in town stated a brisk fifty-five degrees.
Let him have some lady friends over, champaign and good music. Everything resetting, recalibrating. I find myself more and more at odds with it. I had to put gloves on before I could get the little bugger out of the cage.
And to think so would be just selfish of me. When we live under a strict code, we end up murdering each other in the name of God. I find myself more and more at odds with it. These little guys usually grow anywhere from a foot and a half to two feet long, and are really manageable pets. Or the Upper Midwest. We can not seem to balance anything regarding our own morality.