ok... woke up thinkin... stay off stay off. then, i thought- actually woke up sore. yesterday, woke up fine, subjectively, and started stiffining, round 0800. seat heaters- yay... if one is to play billiards, or in this case: pool... foorwear, matters. been trying to wear 20 lb concrete block, boots (docs, steel) because i feel the weakness in my hips and concluded that if the player is superior, it becomes a chess game and one may still find success. good players aren't used to needing more than a couple turns. own their options long enough and u just started playing poker, as well. tony, is colorblind, and has trouble, with the 6 & hence, lil ones... it's enough... that other guy, for whatever reason- o matt... cannot approach from the west rail, regardless of direction, and blows at long green... that's THEIR "tell"... mine... always tank in the bottom of the ninth. the pressure to do better, for better players and if strategy... not shooting... buys one enough time to um... um... end it... feel like the pro earned a better ending and i need practice on banks, anyway... bad spare! oops... missed! need practice on rail to rail n ricochet effect shootin... so i lose, however... life lessons: pool... life... balance... yeah... wear your bedtime, or prison slippers. even wingtips, r better that clodhoppers. intriguing, i thought. i suck at geometry, besides how to get from my bed to hers, in under 20miles and 30min, or less and still, relatively, gratis. or persona non grata, in under 45. u can never get that time back. yeah... broke the 20mi policy, with the lovely g, importing her from the DEEP south. what movie was that? humorous. forgot wh
oh- ok well strange- um... didn't awaken, feeling stressed. g spoke with me. random stuff, but life... her thoughts. she finally had gurlz night. she NEEDED it. she has got to learn to ditch that phone, when she's where she wants to b and whit whom she wanna b with. lessons of hanging with well mannered oldsters, though that's just been my observation n new practice. even my closest friends, would not ask me to live with a collar, at their behest; paid, or uncompensated. i also feel it's hugely, complementary to ur host/guest. so g and ptsd Steve's wife walk into a bar... ikr... ha... the barmaid, knew of the endearing n infamous g... they'd met, one time... g remembered similarly, minimal. neither, is a member. they, were asked to embark; to depart; to venture out, to away, "let us away, dear amigos". well... as i froze my ash off, returning via dirt, unencumbered; unimpaired; not buzzed... freezing tempz will do that testicles remain a constant temp, as climate affords localweatherconditions and will raise and lower, closer to the craw, or drop like a hydraulic, lift kit, with ac and chrome, mopar valve covers. redneck races. i can't believe people still, wrestle cattle and come to property lines, with guns, hounds and government, officials. conservatives, extremism? how is this still even deliverance, possible? outlying areas are a jack-o-lantern smile, enigma, unto themselves, on wheels. not even koresh (Yiddish?) compounds... just individual, parcels. that's just mental. ptsd, at its finest. koresh kinda went the other way, with that one, eh, mayt?
i see what's happening: just the facts, ma'am! facts n figs... i am somewhere in this windy city [goes down, with another karmic, billboard, pimpslap]... i will try my best! bath, goosef- find weight, flood victims... um... um... computer alert! COMPUTER ALERT! execute, reset command! aruga! ARUGALA SALAD!!!
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