We must not believe the hype. Not swing back into ‘what can we do/does it a matter/not gonna win’. Says who? I suppose my faith comes from...
There’s no rational to suggest def-not win.
If these sickos had it in them to blow us all up, why haven’t they? Toying with us, not quite ready, or-what?
Man on an island (reportedly). Old . . .
Should have written 'by tea' promised post. Instead, as with yesterday, taken another of four of five fresh pictures to slap up text.
I have posted a comment and noted up something for 'Loves' but it'll be for Monday. Tomorrow, I'll spit something. (Also like to get a 'day ahead of myself').
'Revolution . . .
In case anyone did look back, apologies but 'words' following tomorrow ("by tea").
Around this Darkmoon post
On 'Jesus loving prostitues' but not about sex-workers but gender generally and other hot... ribs and potatoes (a poor attempt at humour, dat).
And... to stretch the . . .
Yesterday had my - not unusual - confusing spots. Think I’ll write a day ahead and be ready to reread (get the red pencil out) - and post first thing in the morn.
Not posting tomorrow and figure, doing two for the sake of... (good question), is... (another good question?).
Therefore, soon come sowers. Up before break-fast (or, . . .
The cabal believing-on-top have one main weapon: Selfishness and deceit. All wrapped up in conceit. ‘Golden old-times’ is an exaggeration but should admit; we’re being hammered to levels that cannot easily be explained by human nature? Poison our God-made-selves at best resists, is the less-spoken about onslaught. The boiling water we . . .
If I didn’t read and believe God hasn’t given up on me...
Hardly Popeye in the unseen and a track record including some very bad-mad runnings. I don’t know what wins the despair race? Growling is anyone, "doing yes means yes”? Or my - under the blood and grace I trust - side-track memories?
The Aangirfan post today is too close to the . . .
Took and used the picture of planes, a biscuit tin, because image needs must. At this rate it’ll become the way, (unless any/decent offers - see bio). The Battle of Britain wasn’t the all-romantic, all-our-brave boys and such remarkable against all-odds portrayed. But let its popular expression serve this post. There was grit for gunning on, . . .