In chapter 6 we begin to cover ground. Retracing our footsteps becomes a thing on the to do list like recovering the seeds for such and such in order topaz the piper, etc. I need six bucks. Can anyone lend me 6 fucking dollars please? I haven't eaten in an hour. The price is right. The right time is the nighttime. Everything is going to be alright. I need six bucks for some black pants and a black shirt. Is that enough. SHould be enough. Can you cover it? Recover it in that case? People need help. I am people too. You are too. Two bucks then. I need two bucks to cover the bill. Or dip my beak. Who have you been talking to? Recovery of hearts from breakage cannot be guaranteed. Recovery of people lost is not covered. For further information please consult the maunfacturer in any way you see fit.
Tomorrow is the question when there are tears inside.
Since then, I've been wondering what the anyone could have done to prevent it. They say everything is inevitable but I didn't know they meant it literally. I guess I should have known that one day my fingers would walk away and start their own families and that they would never want to talk to me again. I guess I should have known the world would turn out to be a useless blob of unspeakable substances.
How do I recover everything on my computer specifically to 02/17/2012 @ 10:00 AM? Is this a quiz? Success? A self is a specific person with or without a body. A body is one element of a person or possibly a self. A person is a certain self's body and/or some of that self's non-body elements. Grooming is modification for the sake of appearing acceptable to normal organisms. Modification is changing in any way. Mutilation is grooming for losers. What is the main difference between personal grooming, body modification and self-mutilation? Stocks are poised to recover everything they lost during downturn. It might not seem like it, but the stock market has performed well during the past three years. There's a good chance the market will return to that peak by the end of the year. Meanwhile, the past few years represent just the second time in three decades - the early 1980s was the other - when investors have had an opportunity to buy the market at such cheap levels and the dividend yield is roughly even with the yield on 10 year olds. These two have good potential and should recover everything again.
Recovering basses seems the most tedious repetition. Been there done that. Upholstery, stocks, trust and friendships almost take care of themselves with enough time and tragedy and purpose (chilidren). I walked into a brawl last night and knew I was invincible. I have my boobies.
But there was no handle on the door. How do you open something that you can't handle? A can of worms with a candle? No, I think a can opener would be more effective. Oh wait, am I talking about cooking it?
I can't remember if I prefer microwaves or real fire. A wooden door always would be burned with real fire. A push-door always can be pushed. A revolving door always keeps bringing horrible and lovely pieces of the outside into a place, always the same size and the same feeling.
But...there is no tongue to speak of, no hidden latches, no barricades. No acceptable language, nothing to say anyway. Did you notice that somehow we just said it? And that it didn't matter before of after it left our lips? We can only hope that there is someone, something on the other side...waiting
...for something
...incomprehensible
...to complete
...the puzzle.
That's right, you open a door and it closes for me in the other room. That's the cycle of life.
Welcome to my world!
Sometimes forever. Sometimes you have to wait forever for someone to install the (or even a) handle. Sometimes it's better to just knock out the wall or demolish the entire building. Sometimes it's best to stare at the clock. My strangers used to say, "Just try to forget you ever saw it," or, "I'm sure there is nothing on the other side. Let's go home."
I'm on the outside looking in (It's a glass door!) and I wanna be and I wanna be back on the inside with you. Oh actually it's a wooden window! Ummm, something seems a little fishie here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not really like every rock left unturned
but more like calling up old flames and asking to inspect bed fixtures...
Scrutinizing walls, dusting under the beds, running a hand along the carpet to discern any change in texture.
Recent deposits require recalling of all refuse receptacles: all tissues and similar are examined along with taps and faucets for telltale prints,
while towels, sheets, cloths, bedclothes, and bathtub drains are painstakingly checked over...
It takes as long as it takes.
Every effort will be made to recover the essence.
Yes of course. It was a type. A forgery posing as bilingulism posing as sexy. I'm no fashion plate. I'm no breeder. I am in recovery. Everythig is true now. I realize that fornicating or as she once called it, plagirism is not cricket. Not no more. Not on my watch.