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had a wake up call yesterday.
watching my lavender grow when I began to look harder at the bees.
they were not bees at all!
bloody wasps.
and they hunt and kill the bumble bees and the honey bees.
now I am conflicted.
keep the plants or root them out?
over Christmas I finally committed the harptab Blessed Assurance and Come All Ye Faithful to memory and I can nearly do the cross harp too.
I was getting very cross (sic) but the technique is nearly there.
Now my rotator cuff is nearly ok again but hey what the heck.
great programme on Biddulph Grange on Prime the other day.
real magic
Glory Hallelujah.
Drugs in New Zealand.
Much finger pointing in the media over the weekend.
7 people hospitalised due to "FANTASY".
bad news.
Its all very well saying don't do it but the primary goal of every addiction is to prevent the addict feeling their true thoughts and feelings.
Why do so many people have to give themselves the illusion of control over their vital processes.
Feelings never lie.
They tell you your own truths and when they are denied then it takes a massive effort to keep them repressed or nullify them with drugs in case they escape into consciousness and you have to face yourself with the gloves off.
Fantasy is in there with lsd, cannabis and amphetamines as a drug to control or give the illusion of controlling depression.
why are so many young people depressed or feel they have to use drugs to control their emotions.
that is the question.
Cricket this arvo.
Waddle pretending that he doesn't read this stuff and then using as many interrogatives as he can just to prove that he doesn't need to take any notice of the truth.
And when ever he is doing it the Kiwis seem to get out.
Can they hear his voice coming through the ether?
he is never happy unless the kiwis are losing.
time he retired.
and/or get some erudite rounded people in instead of the mentally challenged gang of ex-sportsmen who think they know everything.
there.
that will set the cat among the pigeons.
wont it!
watching my lavender grow when I began to look harder at the bees.
they were not bees at all!
bloody wasps.
and they hunt and kill the bumble bees and the honey bees.
now I am conflicted.
keep the plants or root them out?
over Christmas I finally committed the harptab Blessed Assurance and Come All Ye Faithful to memory and I can nearly do the cross harp too.
I was getting very cross (sic) but the technique is nearly there.
Now my rotator cuff is nearly ok again but hey what the heck.
great programme on Biddulph Grange on Prime the other day.
real magic
And got Glory Hallelujah down on the guitar.
well almost...
Gotta take care not to set the rehab back.
Glory Hallelujah.
Drugs in New Zealand.
Much finger pointing in the media over the weekend.
7 people hospitalised due to "FANTASY".
bad news.
Its all very well saying don't do it but the primary goal of every addiction is to prevent the addict feeling their true thoughts and feelings.
Why do so many people have to give themselves the illusion of control over their vital processes.
Feelings never lie.
They tell you your own truths and when they are denied then it takes a massive effort to keep them repressed or nullify them with drugs in case they escape into consciousness and you have to face yourself with the gloves off.
Fantasy is in there with lsd, cannabis and amphetamines as a drug to control or give the illusion of controlling depression.
why are so many young people depressed or feel they have to use drugs to control their emotions.
that is the question.
Cricket this arvo.
Waddle pretending that he doesn't read this stuff and then using as many interrogatives as he can just to prove that he doesn't need to take any notice of the truth.
And when ever he is doing it the Kiwis seem to get out.
Can they hear his voice coming through the ether?
he is never happy unless the kiwis are losing.
time he retired.
and/or get some erudite rounded people in instead of the mentally challenged gang of ex-sportsmen who think they know everything.
there.
that will set the cat among the pigeons.
wont it!
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