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Good Sunday morning, all.
Fun is wherever you find it, PJ.
She said to have fun. Don't ask questions. Just get out there and enjoy yourself.
 
Phun is like that sometimes subtle as without the "h" ... then just pun, not unlike po' lyre understood satyrs like me, myself and the great I ... over extended into mortal zones? Mortals withough ankh cannot stretch that far ... destiny without snap? ID can't come back ... from other time to the alternate ... whether it be past, present, or future 10's! The lost tribe ... without tribulation will we be left to distribute when captive in time ... in the latter daze timeless visions? Can you imagine ... just us in weighted authorities ... kinda makes me wish to float off ...
 
Actually, most of them do.

Some become pickers, peckers and others PAC-Eire ... hoarders like ravens and mocking birds ... you can hear them over hill and veiled existence ... in the other's nesting points? Disassociated boIDs ... IDs are often chaotic ... until reordering themselves after coming from God knows what activities ... goings on in the dark? Just to put a plug in for recreational chaos ... prior to Sunday morning come downs ... preparing for Mon Days and work to go on ...

In the Hebrew system the dark genre has power over TGIF ... and can often con a'mon to do mindless things ... a god given grace of the thing draped over your point if your lucky ... sort of like clouds on a mountain peak ... amazes the fixated ... tis awsum production of something out of nothing ... sometime weed E' mons ...

Did you know E' mons were once collective souls ... conjugated psyches ... if you can put that together ... an integral of subtle sort ... kind 've like inherent flame ... wiki 'd conglomeration?
 
I've got a beautiful feeling ... Everything's going my way...

(watches sadly as everyone flees in terror at his singing)
 
Has EVERYTHING got spring fever? The dogs are nuttier than usual.

Nice guest sermon this a.m. She talked about her own personal experience of answering Godde's call, even when it sometimes seems confusing, then linked it very nicely into the shepherd passage of John 10.

Also, LAST, while I try and figure out what I will do with the rest of this beautiful day. Housework and yard work and e-mail work be damned, a long leisurely walk with the hounds is currently winning.
 
Imagine what the dogs sense with all the scents thawing!

Can you imagine a sense going fluid ... or is that just a squirt in the dark? Wee things under the bridge ....
 
It was, indeed. That Lucy, though, can find every stagnant and disgusting puddle disguised under leaves, etc. She jumped back in the car an unpleasantly fragrant shade of dark green-gray (she's predominantly white and tan with black spots). Buster and I claimed the front seats and kept the windows open.
 
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