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Brown red blue green silver purple white how do you like it? Doesn’t matter to me, as long as I have some. Taste it and see. Embrace nonconformity. Come to the edge, but don’t jump off. Just hang there, til your arms get tired, but pull yourself up, while you still can! Curl your toes over a cliff. Swirl your body among the surf. Think about why you’re here. Why am I here? Say that to yourself. There will come a day, when all the leaves will fall and the gates will close. Make the most of what you’ve got. Trust the universe to keep you safe and sound.

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  • Snort, please. referendum on fleas cause a bush to shrink by cutting it with a hedge trimmer. mountains glide inside my own carnival ride. How do you manage to stay so trim while eating chocolate chip cookies and Doritos? I exercise every day, not. Do you walk away because you are frustrated or disgusted? I like eating whatever. It’s hard sometimes to eat the right things.

    • Sunday Times with Pets

    This one is sitting in a comfy chair with a tuxedo colored cat getting into this one’s lap and then squirming around and digging his claws into this one’s stomach or leg and he gets up and walks away. And this one has a brown chihuahua with long skinny legs and pointy ears in this one’s lap also. Outside on the back porch the other one is giving her yellow lab a bath because she got wet and then played in the dirt and mud. She jumped into a wagon full of muddy water three times before the other one dumped out all the muddy water. Then she just played in mud puddles. The other one is pruning and repotting her plants in the back yard. Her yellow lab is tied to a table on the porch while she dries off after having a bath. The other one will probably need a bath too after she’s done digging in the dirt.

    Thinking While Waiting

    This one was thinking about how something to purchase something with has slipped out of this one’s fingers once again. This one and the other one continue to have something in their savings account, but not much of anything in checking. The other one gets something to purchase things with from her employer in a week. They’ve conserved what they can. The other one thought of the idea of transferring something to purchase things with and when the automatic transfer goes through, the things to purchase things with will be replaced. So that is the plan. This one just went to the place that sells groceries and bought Italian sausage and tiramisu. This one is waiting for the other one who is talking with P about things that are on her mind. Hopefully the tiramisu and sausage will stay good in the machine used to travel to different places. The air conditioner is on, but the electrical sparking device is running low. Hopefully it. Will hold out until the other one gets the thing to purchase things with.

    Stopping One’s Being

    This one spoke to L yesterday about another one. This one said this one was losing sleep sometimes. Sometimes this one needed to take a sedative to relax. L said it would be good to do that until things settle down. Sometimes anxiety can come from apprehension of something that is going to happen. We also talked about this one’s search for something to do some of the time that would provide a living. This one asked L about a question this one read on an application for something to do sometimes that would make a living. The question concerned information that was protected by law, according to L. They had no right to ask that question even if they sold items that stop one’s being. This one has considered stopping this one’s being at times. And this one has been in places for those who try to stop their being. But that is not their business, according to L.

    Spaghetti Dinner

    This one is not that one who stopped being. Sometimes this one does but not today, and only temporarily yesterday. Yes, yesterday and today this one was working on things and accomplishing and making the other one happy and somewhat pleased or rather pleased and somewhat happy or maybe not. Maybe the other one was somewhat pleased and somewhat happy. But now the other one is pleased and happy because this one was working all day today and we are having another one for dinner tomorrow. The other one will be making spaghetti with Italian sausage, which this one is happy about. The one who is another one shares something in common with this one. It is something that is part of the bottom nature of that one, but that one nor other ones in that one’s family know that it is in his bottom nature. Something that is passed on by birth like other things in one’s bottom nature. This one has struggled with it his whole life. This one is a little nervous about meeting that other one because that one doesn’t always take that one’s medications. But that one is happy and in a good mood, indeed too good of a mood. Hopefully that other one will understand the positivity in this one’s bottom nature and the positivity of the other one’s bottom nature. Both of them only want the best for that one so hopefully it will all turn out okay.

    Untitled Story: Ch. 3

    We rode down the road a while, and my mind started to wander. I thought about what I did yesterday, what I had for breakfast that morning, what I might do tomorrow. As I daydreamed, a man stepped out into the road about 100 feet in front of us. He had a bag in one hand and a pistol in the other, pointed at Chad.

    …

    Chad hit the breaks and stopped the SUV in front of the man. It looked like he had just come out of the bank, so I figured it made sense to assume he had just robbed it. Chad and I both put our hands in the air to show that we were at his mercy. He motioned and told us to get out of the SUV.

    …

    When I opened my door, Millie jumped into my lap from the back seat, then jumped down out of the SUV. She looked at the man with the gun and began barking at him. The man seemed confused as to what to do. He took a few steps towards Chad, who by this time was standing outside the SUV. When the robber did that, Millie took off and jumped at him.

    …

    Millie got ahold of his pant leg and was pulling him away from Chad. Just then I heard a gun shot, and Millie stopped pulling on the robber’s pant leg. As she backed off, the robber dropped his gun and fell forward onto the ground. A man in a suit was standing right outside the front door of the bank, holding another pistol, pointed at the robber.

    …

    Apparently, Millie had slowed the robber down and distracted him long enough for the bank manager to grab his gun and head outside after the robber. It was an easy shot across the road and the robber standing still with Millie holding him made for a good target. The bank manager lowered his gun and smiled at Millie.

    …

    “Your dog’s a hero, sir. Couldn’t have done it without her. Thank you young men for your help. That man robbed three banks near here just this week, and shot and killed two innocent people. It’s a big relief to know he’s finished.”

    …

    “I’m just glad he didn’t try to shoot Millie,” said Chad. “I don’t know what I’d do without her. “She sure was brave,” I said. “No telling what would have happened to us if she hadn’t intervened.” Millie walked over to Chad and stood on her hind legs. She reached her front paws up to Chad’s shoulders and licked him in the face. “Good dog,” said Chad. “Very good dog.”

    …

    Untitled Story: Ch. 2

    We drove through the town and I saw many small-town-like things, giving me a comfortable small-town-like feeling. I looked out the window and saw many people doing just the sort of thing one would expect people in a small town to be doing. It was all very comforting and I felt safe and calm.

    …

    Chad stopped the SUV at a gas station, where he said he was going to get some gas. I stepped out of the car and told Chad I’d be right back. I needed to use the toilet, but when I entered the store, I didn’t see a sign for a restroom. I asked the cashier if she had a restroom. She said it was on the outside of the building in the back.

    …

    She handed me a red block of wood that said “Men” in black print. It had a hole drilled through one end and a thin chain passed through it. The chain had a key on it. I walked out the door and looked at Chad, who was still pumping gas. I held up the red block of wood with the key dangling from it and Chad saw me and nodded his head.

    …

    I went towards the back of the building, noticing, as I glimpsed the darkening sky, that it was dusk. I prayed the bathroom had a working light. No telling how clean it would be or what it could be infested with. These outside-type restrooms weren’t usually the best, in my experience.

    …

    I unlocked the door and pushed the door open. I reached in and felt the wall for a light switch. I found it and flipped the switch, feeling a sense of relief when the light bulb, over the mirror above the sink, came on. I looked down at the toilet to see a daddy long legs crawling across a spider web inside the toilet seat.

    …

    I decided I would just stand up and pee, holding the rest for later. I finished, washed my hands and dried them off with a paper towel from the holder on the wall next to the mirror. I locked the door, returned the key to the cashier with a simple “Thank you,” and headed back to Chad’s SUV.

    …

    Chad had the motor running and was busy tuning in to some music on the radio. I got in, and he said, “That was quick.” I nodded and replied, “Not the cleanest place. I’ll wait til we get to your place to sit down on the toilet.” “Okay,” was all he said, and he pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the road.

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