I have not seen this used in books or heard it on TV, except when there's an old uneducated southern waitress talking, I am curious why it is so overused here?
Not really, it is a state of mind, but we are wondering of.... we leave the body out of the discussion, otherwise I can name a few cavities.... Well never mind!
Philosophy about it.... I once wrote a story about nothing. Because a wall is open in some places, and there is nothing there (doors), you can walk though the wall.... Windows, doors, space! If all was full we would have no place to walk.... Nothing is great!
The first time I read something from this guy that made sense and wasn't asking for Sympathy.... Although the 'Tea and Sympathy' start was a bit worrying.
They are the poor and lonely ones Debs, I feel sorry for them.... I really do, I am not the monster every one thinks I am, I have feelings, I sometimes wanna leave to. (Sobbing)
Like I said Debs.... attention, that's all.... after a while you stop reading them. Some even report going for stamps! They are the fools on the hill. :-)
Fool On The Hill (The Beatles)
Day after day, alone on the hill, The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still. But nobody wants to know him, They can see that he's just a fool. And he never gives an answer .....
But the fool on the hill, Sees the sun going down. And the eyes in his head, See the world spinning around.
Well on his way, his head in a cloud, The man of a thousand voices, talking perfectly loud. But nobody ever hears him, Or the sound he appears to make. And he never seems to notice .....
But the fool on the hill, Sees the sun going down. And the eyes in his head, See the world spinning around.
And nobody seems to like him, They can tell what he wants to do. And he never shows his feelings,
But the fool on the hill, Sees the sun going down. And the eyes in his head, See the world spinning around.
I have always had 'accidents' , when I save this drunk from the canal, I jumped on his head, luckily he was drunk! Riding my bike in Amsterdam trams collide behind me. the first plate-glass window I crashed through was from a candy-store, I was 8., The second window I crashed through was from a lingerie shop when I was 14. the list is longer.... I wont bore you guys!
Well prove of life in kidnappings are usually given by sending a picture of the 'victim' with a recent newspaper in their hands.... Ask her that.... You could also ask her to send a ear...
What is the meaning of "Hun'?
Me and my bike will be there hun! LOL Hope the wind dies down. LMAO hun.