Being a-political on the Lab. Con. etc. front, am I getting my wires crossed in any way engaging in the believed-to-be charade? Guilty pleasure in the upcoming Corbyn-led march to more people-leading accountability. Choosing MP's... revolutionary stuff eh.
Disliking the anti-populist supposed Left or Right and watching . . .
First the challenge, later the miracles:
Isn't it the worst? Thinking nothing's going to happen but the lurch and thud down the relative freedom path? Built up and carrying so many. Technological innovations and a costly heritage, taking more out of poverty than ever. Now the slipping and sliding down after decades . . .
The most respectable and outstanding outpost TMR re-posted the last 'seed'. Can't help but receive encouragement. While spluttering to get going, aware of potential readers, up's self-consciousness.
Here's the layout. To write about... requires, right-living, at least to the degree and about all it . . .
Got to get back on the horse. Hardly John Wesley but something to exercise the soul. Help me live in God. Rant on the ridiculous. The slipping into mass hypnosis eh. Trying to find public expressions of sanity is more not-worth-doing. I.e. be on the internet. Much. TV? -- 'have to' watch, between 9-10 pm and be an . . .
Once the routine breaks down it's a challenge to get back. Write to help keep the flow. Days off soon nag and holla "what's happening".
Not posting as intending is a sign, something shouldn't be -- is up. Commitment to writing 'on...', as stated last time, is asking to stumble. Two set-ups. . . .
Verse up, lob up a title that could provoke and say... What? Go with Abraham's test after looking at it during prayer-time. Digging. Pushing myself to spend the allotted session, doing something, approximating praying. Truth is -- am like one of those wild horses running in circles held by a rope and a pole. Break-in me and . . .