There might be corporate actions on one or more of your sites! on entering the main page. ...For the umteenth time to get rid of this message i obeyed the message,only to be told the page is not working! Please OST go back to the old form and eliminate the click choices!. If there are really messages show them in a box on the opening page!
Ag, i dont really mind. It may/may not be an overlord being nice to you. He also sleeps at night, its just a job for him/her/it. It is funny how my information bubble is morphed by my overlords whenever i search for something that is not in it . Making friends with a lady librarian, that let me have undocumented books, may have been the best thing i did in the whole grade 8 year. Now that everthing is chipped and documented it is just so difficult to find an unadulterated/untampered text of true origin.
i was a bed wetter in grade 1 plus 2, at hostel (2005imdb), the hostel master's apprentice used to feed us molly/psilocybin *****tails after church on sunday eve's , was about 2 km walking back to the hostel. i used to hang on the jackal proof fence with blue tears running down my dust laden face most days. That was when i wasnt reading everthing i could get to read. After he got sent away, i went to stay at granma and gramps, they used to listen to classical music on sundays. Just like those that chartist listens to. Guess the overlord's plan worked.
At uni i dissed a stupid at a political rally giving a *****-up speech, His 2 (25 years older) heavies visited me at my abode later. 1 of them are dead now. Guess the overlord's plan worked. i just gunna clint eastwood you, barry.
Information is funny that way. It wants you to act onit. Especially if you pay for it. like in a monthly fee. What i dont know is what to do 'bout the springbok defeat tp england. who is gonna getta clint eastwood? The roses or the boks? what say you?
Lay a whisper on my pillow, leave the winter on the ground. I wake up lonely, there's air of silence in the bedroom and all around. Touch me now, I close my eyes and dream away. It must have been love but it's over now. It must have been good but I lost it somehow. It must have been love but it's over now. From the moment we touched 'til the time had run out. Make-believing we're together, that I'm sheltered by your heart. But in and outside I've turned to water like a teardrop in your palm. And it's a hard winter's day, I dream away. It must have been love but it's over now, it was all that I wanted, now I'm living without. It mustÂ…