No, this one didn't come from ole Sol, Solomon, and the bold; you're too craven. So, just turn around now and look at the bowl. Go, what was it, though? What was the purpose and reason for all that he had to go through last evening? Could it be that someone had to walk the road all the way through? Someone who would be faithful to the cause too, then go tell what is there on the journey, to the falls, and all the rest of the way through, for folks like us, and you? Could it possibly be so?
Elk is going to tell you anyway, peradventure you will learn a thing or two, and obey, get wised up, and start living to go. Not just praying for jobs that they may or may not be giving. Robots are coming, remember? What if you'd dared to believe what God had said and had purposed in your heart to keep your vows and the pledges, mi bred? "Comes what may," like you so love to say, Sis? As you like to say so much when it applies to other insignificant things like they, them, and this. At the same time, taking time out to study and learn the reasons and the rhymes.
Like, what she'd said about how to free yourself from such invaders, like vows, pledges, and bandages, and yes, that too, from Ned and Van's daddies. How to keep your eyes and ears open for such a day as that, and this? And to focus on such a place. Like, a city of refuge, for example. How to know it when it comes, yes, your freedom. How to take hold of it, and never let go, nor ever again become trapped by them, nor get entangled in the same? You know, the same thing as before. To follow her lead through the door.
To go out and learn the ways of her working hands, her waste, things, and a whole lot more on which to gaze, Singh, yes man. So, if you were really in tune with these things, you'd most likely have known that it was her and him. Yes, it was your gods who had shown up to answer your prayers; your many prayers that you had been praying for long hours, or those that were prayed for you by someone else, in the shower, taking a bath. Someone whom you'd asked to pray on your behalf, in those days. She had finally shown up, and it was to deliver you from that awful cup, thing.
The thing that you were going through. You would have been wise like some other people were, someone, somewhere, with a name unlike theirs, but like that, let's say, David's to be on top of it. Or something else to hit the spot like this, just for example, my sis. 1st Samuel 18: 5. But. You, too, would have been wise and played your part and waited it out. Because you'd want to be blameless too, when the day of your deliverance fully comes on the plain legs through, and you ascend to the throne, or to the place where you rightfully belong. But you're not familiar with such things, and the pain. At least, not that type of pain, what a shame.
The type of pain that is designed to deliver you, sometimes from, like, something bad, and sometimes to, like, something good, or something better than that. Much better than the other familiar pain from your brother and the past. Those are the types you love, crave, and gravitate towards; you hold on to those for all you're worth, which is not much anyway, almost dirt. But you don't even know that much, and who is to tell you anything? Sure, not us, not me, not when I'm the one, yes, that person who doesn't know squat from him, and her. Nor she, in the pot of hot fried dumplings, and chocolate tea, as it occurred. But of course. If I did know all that. How come? how did I end up in such a spot, like, in such a peculiar place as that?
Something unpleasant is coming though, it's on the way, one can almost hear the chitter-chattering, and all the things that they have to say, like. "Yes, mi did knoah," I know, well, surprise-surprise, I knew it too, that same thing. There are some other people around these parts, you know, people who know some things to do, yes. But other things than those, it's not just you who knows. He's one of them, it's not just you, no. Although the Elk is that kind of person, like, one who never did know nuttn to begin with, the purse string.
Elk did kinda know that much, too, and more. He even knew that you would have said that, even before you knew any of it, in fact. There's much more that he knows, too. Elk also knows what you're going to be saying when what is worth knowing is made known to them, about him, even. But the hope is that you would have learned the lesson anyway. Because it's for you, yes. It's because of you why I do all the things that I do, for you. Yes, I do them for you, yes, yes, I do do do do do do do do do do.
No, I don't hate you, you're still some of the best of friends to me too. But while cooler heads prevail, there are some things that we are going to have to talk about and work through, even with the nail. Take what is yours and leave the rest; they belong to someone else, one must confess. Just had to pile it all in this little space, for whoever will come and see, and take a taste. Remember what the old man says. No, not the other old man this time, not the grand one, but this one right over here on the other hand. The old man had said that when a leaf falls into the water, it doesn't rot on that self-same day but after. So, stick this one out, I'd say, and see where the road leads, mi pastor. Okay? To be continued.
WritingElk.
Elk is going to tell you anyway, peradventure you will learn a thing or two, and obey, get wised up, and start living to go. Not just praying for jobs that they may or may not be giving. Robots are coming, remember? What if you'd dared to believe what God had said and had purposed in your heart to keep your vows and the pledges, mi bred? "Comes what may," like you so love to say, Sis? As you like to say so much when it applies to other insignificant things like they, them, and this. At the same time, taking time out to study and learn the reasons and the rhymes.
Like, what she'd said about how to free yourself from such invaders, like vows, pledges, and bandages, and yes, that too, from Ned and Van's daddies. How to keep your eyes and ears open for such a day as that, and this? And to focus on such a place. Like, a city of refuge, for example. How to know it when it comes, yes, your freedom. How to take hold of it, and never let go, nor ever again become trapped by them, nor get entangled in the same? You know, the same thing as before. To follow her lead through the door.
To go out and learn the ways of her working hands, her waste, things, and a whole lot more on which to gaze, Singh, yes man. So, if you were really in tune with these things, you'd most likely have known that it was her and him. Yes, it was your gods who had shown up to answer your prayers; your many prayers that you had been praying for long hours, or those that were prayed for you by someone else, in the shower, taking a bath. Someone whom you'd asked to pray on your behalf, in those days. She had finally shown up, and it was to deliver you from that awful cup, thing.
The thing that you were going through. You would have been wise like some other people were, someone, somewhere, with a name unlike theirs, but like that, let's say, David's to be on top of it. Or something else to hit the spot like this, just for example, my sis. 1st Samuel 18: 5. But. You, too, would have been wise and played your part and waited it out. Because you'd want to be blameless too, when the day of your deliverance fully comes on the plain legs through, and you ascend to the throne, or to the place where you rightfully belong. But you're not familiar with such things, and the pain. At least, not that type of pain, what a shame.
The type of pain that is designed to deliver you, sometimes from, like, something bad, and sometimes to, like, something good, or something better than that. Much better than the other familiar pain from your brother and the past. Those are the types you love, crave, and gravitate towards; you hold on to those for all you're worth, which is not much anyway, almost dirt. But you don't even know that much, and who is to tell you anything? Sure, not us, not me, not when I'm the one, yes, that person who doesn't know squat from him, and her. Nor she, in the pot of hot fried dumplings, and chocolate tea, as it occurred. But of course. If I did know all that. How come? how did I end up in such a spot, like, in such a peculiar place as that?
Something unpleasant is coming though, it's on the way, one can almost hear the chitter-chattering, and all the things that they have to say, like. "Yes, mi did knoah," I know, well, surprise-surprise, I knew it too, that same thing. There are some other people around these parts, you know, people who know some things to do, yes. But other things than those, it's not just you who knows. He's one of them, it's not just you, no. Although the Elk is that kind of person, like, one who never did know nuttn to begin with, the purse string.
Elk did kinda know that much, too, and more. He even knew that you would have said that, even before you knew any of it, in fact. There's much more that he knows, too. Elk also knows what you're going to be saying when what is worth knowing is made known to them, about him, even. But the hope is that you would have learned the lesson anyway. Because it's for you, yes. It's because of you why I do all the things that I do, for you. Yes, I do them for you, yes, yes, I do do do do do do do do do do.
No, I don't hate you, you're still some of the best of friends to me too. But while cooler heads prevail, there are some things that we are going to have to talk about and work through, even with the nail. Take what is yours and leave the rest; they belong to someone else, one must confess. Just had to pile it all in this little space, for whoever will come and see, and take a taste. Remember what the old man says. No, not the other old man this time, not the grand one, but this one right over here on the other hand. The old man had said that when a leaf falls into the water, it doesn't rot on that self-same day but after. So, stick this one out, I'd say, and see where the road leads, mi pastor. Okay? To be continued.
WritingElk.
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