I have been listening to Save Me by A.Mann. And then iTunes switches to Head Over Heels/ Broken (live version) by Tears for Fears. And though the music is speedier, I sense something samesame in those thumping notes. The melody seems to sound through the two things. But all this is idle thinking aloud, quite unlike the powerpack in the rest of the jellog.
I need to find out whether as a first year supplicant, I can get recommendations for application to elsewhere. I did well in property and so I'm trying my property prof for a recommendation. gawd, don't I sound a like a busybody law student... A spell of montreal manatee madness should fix that. I think this broken foosball puppet nature of mine will rebond into one fully formed human being.What is a foosball puppet nature? I don't know. I am essentially socratic, i.e. most things, I do not know. As you can tell, I'm cracking under the strain. I think I should memorise "If" by Rudyard that old coloniser.
I have a picture of Tara-ski I was going to slap on here but not until now cos I've been tripping over my efforts to find a suitable caption for her photograph.
I was reaching back into the big B to genesis and adam and eve and their shy steps into recreation theory, trying to find the essential descriptor that maps the entire scope of the Tarara. I think the big G tripped. He forgot the mention rocky-hill macD (not ronnie macD) and which warm box, napping, her loved one smokey baby emerged from.
Well, who am I to go picking up after gods? Well, I do have the god-complex lurking somewhere and lately, I've been holding my left hand close to my chest, strutting out and calling myself Brownaparte.
So Perhaps I am just the man to write out the tararara-description.
Well, all right all right. I shall. Tomorrow (or later today), you shall know of her miraculous birth. Well here is the picture of the feisty nineteen year old chum:
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