Actually, it reminds me of how we homo “sapiens”, with our “superior intelligence”, can and do read “messages” into the fickle yet undeterred process we call “Mother Nature”.
What was the old saying about Shakespeare’s talents?: “Given enough monkeys at enough typewriters and enough time, all those plays would have/could have been written.”
And what if “Hi” were spelled “Salut (French); Nin hao (Chinese); Konnichiwa (Japanese); etc.?
We often see what we want to see and from our own perspective/culture/history.
Indeed, many say you tend to see persons and things not as they are, but as you are. ????
I think I saw the figure of a golfer throwing a club on the hillside above my house this morning. That’s funny, because it was a “stormy” morning… Hmmmm. Maybe a little coincidence and payback karma at the same time.
Don’t know why, my ass stings when I try
Stormy spanking, when I try to use that nine iron
Ass keeps stinging all the time
Ass is read, welts and marks apparent
Stormy spanking, my score is slowing tanking
I shouldn’t have paid that room rent
She just spanks me all night long.
When she went away, FBI walked in with questions
If she stays away, I will never let her name be mentioned
Her name should be forgotten not mentioned
I long to be spanked once more
I walk around, my ass is still sore
Stormy spanking, since her and I aren’t meeting
I am all alone once more
Don’t know why, my ass stings when I try
Stormy spanking, when I try to use that nine iron
Ass keeps stinging all the time
Thanks JD. My guitar mentor and buddy also said to let that one go. Sage advice from both of you guys, and I am taking it. Time to bust out that sweet Taylor, open the bar, and keep working on some tunes that need barre chords.
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Hi back atcha. Nothing to see here, move along.
Weird, isn’t it? I noticed it as I was walking past the patio door. It’s the shadow of a wind chime snarled by last night’s wind. Ring-a-ding-ding.
Who says the universe doesn’t know better?
Actually, it reminds me of how we homo “sapiens”, with our “superior intelligence”, can and do read “messages” into the fickle yet undeterred process we call “Mother Nature”.
What was the old saying about Shakespeare’s talents?: “Given enough monkeys at enough typewriters and enough time, all those plays would have/could have been written.”
And what if “Hi” were spelled “Salut (French); Nin hao (Chinese); Konnichiwa (Japanese); etc.?
We often see what we want to see and from our own perspective/culture/history.
Indeed, many say you tend to see persons and things not as they are, but as you are. ????
🙂
I think I saw the figure of a golfer throwing a club on the hillside above my house this morning. That’s funny, because it was a “stormy” morning… Hmmmm. Maybe a little coincidence and payback karma at the same time.
Don’t know why
My ass stings when I try
To use that nine Iron
Stormy spanking
My score is slowly tanking
Stormy spanking all night long
I know Patrick, I started it again.
A work in progress.
Stormy Spanking
Don’t know why, my ass stings when I try
Stormy spanking, when I try to use that nine iron
Ass keeps stinging all the time
Ass is read, welts and marks apparent
Stormy spanking, my score is slowing tanking
I shouldn’t have paid that room rent
She just spanks me all night long.
When she went away, FBI walked in with questions
If she stays away, I will never let her name be mentioned
Her name should be forgotten not mentioned
I long to be spanked once more
I walk around, my ass is still sore
Stormy spanking, since her and I aren’t meeting
I am all alone once more
Don’t know why, my ass stings when I try
Stormy spanking, when I try to use that nine iron
Ass keeps stinging all the time
JD, I need some help buddy.
Pat O’B: I fully concur with the last sentence in your comment!!! Go take a bike ride or play your guitar(s)!!!! 🙂
Thanks JD. My guitar mentor and buddy also said to let that one go. Sage advice from both of you guys, and I am taking it. Time to bust out that sweet Taylor, open the bar, and keep working on some tunes that need barre chords.