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Busking at Clapham Common Station
My mother told me “Buy yourself a lot of beautiful dresses in London!”. So I decided to patrol the Covent Garden area this time. I wanted to see a pair of shops of which I had visited the websites. My inspiration for shopping was not at its top walking down Long Acre… I tried something but the size or the price did not fit me. I finally reached “Arrogant Cat” on Monmouth Street and I found it quite “could be my style”, but not enough to buy something this season. In the meanwhile big drops of water started falling on my little streetmap, which soon became spotted and my stomach stroke noon, so I decided to stop at a Pret a Manger on the way and think about my “what to do's” in front of a salad.
After Eve (Part Two: Chapter one and two) Description & Ancient Language
Description
For a description of my character, and that of my comrades in the dream you may want to go to the end of the book to review: the ?Profile of Characters? and look at some of the pictures I have provided, but for this part of the book, let me be descriptively speaking, on my looks–: my upper jaw extended out, but not too far out. I didn?t walk quite upright resembling modern man, or as one might say, the more highly specialized primates but then I didn?t drag my hands akin to the Branch-People [the folks that lived in the Trees, who were really a mixture of primates?I think some slow-moving, others very quiet and some fast-moving, most were plant life eaters] we were beyond that stage. My forelimbs, maintained an adaptation for climbing, yet we frowned on it, we?d rather run the solid ground than jump from limb to limb. And we had advanced from sleeping on cliffs, and in trees [or I should say most of us had], to sleeping in caves.
After Eve (Part Four: Chapter 4 and 5: The Great Tragedy)
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Little-eyes and the Garden DominionThe Great Tragedy
[The Dreamer] This was supposed to be the: the garden that is, ?The Garden Splendor of Heaven,? ?if anything, a paradise on earth itself?a restful place, with the ?Tree of Life,? which was someplace around its center, tempting as it was I wonder if I would have ate that apple?which has of course occurred to me a few times during typing this story out like Eve did, oh well, this was not part of my dream?just a floating notion?just an observation, we all know the overdelicate climate in the Garden by now, or if not, let me assure you, it was to that extreme: sensitive, by the both Short-legs and Little-eyes observations of the couple of the garden, it was not a ?chum, chum,? situation they saw. If ever, one was supposed to avoid this tree, and in consequence, did the opposite and created an ongoing tragedy, or possibly, maybe not so, but a new mission was constructed by their God because of their disconnecting with their God?s will, for a will all of their own as in the days when God gave the commandments to mankind of which, God I do believe, gave them commandments simply to show?men and women, they could not keep them. Likewise, maybe He put the tree in the Garden for a similar reason for example, to show the same cause and effect, that is, to teach the same lesson that with free will comes temptation, and one without the other will never work, that is, God and man must act together, in unison. ?The Great Tragedy,? I call this garden mishap, which took place that day, in any case, the day Little-eyes and Short-legs knelt hiding behind some shrubbery in the thick of the forest outside the Garden, –at which time inky-black clouds dominated the sky overhead, when the two?Eve and her husband, Adam?walked out of the Garden.
The Old Man, And the Tides of Winter
It was after midnight, although not much more. It was winter time, outside was snow, wind, and cold, one of the strongest elements on earth, the old man told himself. All the windows and doors were closed tight, he made sure of that. He had but to lift his eyes to see the elements at work outside,– he could even smell the cold, taste it, even create an emotion for it, if he wanted to, he need not even be out there, to experience it, do nothing but sit and look out the window. But most often it was just another Minnesota winter looking at him, peering back at him through his own window –as he sat in a sofa chair two sweaters on, a blanket over him. He told himself he still was not used to the cold, not even after 83-year –yet you?d think one would be used to it, — he pondered on this dilemma, a moment, and went back staring out the window.
Tattoos and Time
Tattoos have represented personal identity, affiliations, philosophy, and creative choices from Paleolithic man to Corporate Execs, and are gaining a new interest and popularity with both sexes. It?s a fact that 10% of the people in the United States have at least one tattoo somewhere on their body.
A tattoo by definition is permanent. Pigment is inserted under the epidermis with a needle or sharp object into the dermis where the color is captured by the body for all time ? well almost.
