you learn to love: all that is worth letting go...
don't get me wrong, the foxes and the cats in essex county
do not even more close to discussing territory...
but then again there are the saddened people who'd like an increment of, an, "other"people sanity making derivative question-answers short-scripts....
which?
i like the fact that i'll open a window for a maine **** cat in a july night... it does what the death of it appreciates it exists... and makes... life! a spectrum of spectacle!
so this is where the post-mortem soviet empire, strikes back?!
if there isn't, then there ins't, that there was no genesis death, given the inact lenin mummy... so? what is capitalism and egiptology within the confines
of explaining death?
life is a literacy... not the literate truth with death surmoutning its expression...
there's no literacy: there's no life... and all that is death...
well: what all death becomes - child genius actors... who... when suggested to the world... end up being something akin to:
quasimodo variances to make 2 + 2 = 4...
at this point... does it, matter?!
not so few of us make acting our profession to clarify the errosive aspect of our memory being made useful: in the profession of acting!
what a terrible impression of parliamentary sojourns... given democracy like any given: obvious...
we have heard of alternatives... are there any to beside, given the fact that we're involved in a society?