My stomach still sinks you know, not that I want it too. I still feel ill.
I don't ever go out of my way, keep my head down, thumbs up and keep walking.
What a deluge. I don't really understand you at all. Sometimes I like to think I do, or maybe I track you in some cat like way, knowing your habits, discovering similar behavior, but there is no real set standard. I am utterly confused.
There is always balance, the laws of physics destine it. For every action, there is an opposite and equal reaction. Isn't that law number 2? It's about the only thing I gained from yr 9 Science with that odd substitute teacher. So what must some things be so out of order, maybe that is science's way of explaining kharma. Although we chuck emotional things into the mix to make it more 'spiritual'.
Clearly, no thought is put into this. It is just a stupid train of thought. A thread amongst the sweater. But you, you really do make me sick to my stomach, So sick, that I wish I could tear out my own organs sometimes to avoid feeling them melt and sink into oblivion. Lets hope out of sight out of mind, if so, please blind me.
I don't ever go out of my way, keep my head down, thumbs up and keep walking.
What a deluge. I don't really understand you at all. Sometimes I like to think I do, or maybe I track you in some cat like way, knowing your habits, discovering similar behavior, but there is no real set standard. I am utterly confused.
There is always balance, the laws of physics destine it. For every action, there is an opposite and equal reaction. Isn't that law number 2? It's about the only thing I gained from yr 9 Science with that odd substitute teacher. So what must some things be so out of order, maybe that is science's way of explaining kharma. Although we chuck emotional things into the mix to make it more 'spiritual'.
Clearly, no thought is put into this. It is just a stupid train of thought. A thread amongst the sweater. But you, you really do make me sick to my stomach, So sick, that I wish I could tear out my own organs sometimes to avoid feeling them melt and sink into oblivion. Lets hope out of sight out of mind, if so, please blind me.
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