If to get the mixture right, even if having to throw the book at them, then that storm up ahead can be a good thing. What's the point of making lightning if you're not suppose to see it?
At least see straight first before causing them to go splitting hairs, for starters they don't really have much of any hair to split. So who's splitting whose hairs?
Is a sailing ship for the room to have on board as the same to carry passengers in a car, as sometimes it's what can be managed that benefits all.
After picking your brain, was not good enough for time not being on their side. So go digging deeper, and with all the trouble caused and clouded judgements hovering above. Certainly going to miss them like a hole in the head.
There's a dust cloud in mind, unsettled dust, over sexual pleasures. Although water off a ducks back are reacting as if being blamed for something. Talk about bite on something, chew on words, and then spit them out. Wringing for the last sweaty detail, although it brings a tear to their eye to do so, comes up roses.
In the forest; it's as if someone has a magical pen and is drawing in the path to walk, placing the stars in the night sky to see. Purposely being put there for whatever reason to have to see it. That surreal sense of the mind, as the night being young yet the feeling lasts short. There are also some things that are not purposely in their place, where reality hits home.
In the stones; making a long stretch and grab for some one or thing is having those to tippy toe around, once hooked are impossible to let go and their tippy toe around is not being tied down, nor wanting a rapid downfall in love before the passionate flame is lit allows them to have something debatable for themselves too.
St. Mark Ch.16:V.8 " - And they went out quickly, and fled from the sepulchre; for they trembled and were amazed: neither said they any thing to any man; for they were afraid."
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