Testing on not getting annoyed, for what or who doesn’t merit, although every case may be measured on its own. Manipulation from head to toe is a threat that is to being alive implied, as you will allow it. The options are there, adulteration created variety and complexity, as well as the weakness and the waste. For a minute, a hot minute, the sun may shine on us, testing the melting levels that we are so susceptible to grasp. I don’t have any firm arm, pointing a destination, to follow. Sure that there must be some, but the signs get so mixed up. So much confusion, too often a weather vane is mistaken for a compass, a false prophet for a saint. Just giving a try, exemplifying working paths, that may or may not work as for someone else does. Bitter sip of dropped delicatessen in some other’s palate as a wonder, I uselessly rendered you my reverence. Not getting through the chance given, not always is consequence of unsuitability. Options boxes to be ticked on the paper, just thinking: why? As well as: why not? Yesterday I was married to being stuck; today I face a renewal full of mistakes. Remodeling interiors, replacing appendixes, devising risks to take, I am thirsty for what can turn to be a traumatic shift. So using nerves of steel, resorting to an ever growing blood cells flowing wealth, I accept the deal in order to not have to think: what if? I take the goods and use the scale, even if that implies contracting obligations that may later be, with some kind of unease, be switched. B_Nour
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