_ Johhny Aplomb, an atom bomb set to go off in his shorts, ran a one minute mile; there was no paper.
_ Kinda fine; kinda very fine. I see you've your wristwatch on today.
_ I'm a gonna seize the carpe, as they say in old London town; grab it by its scrawny neck and tussle with it like we was a couple of bugs.
_ Another fine mess you've me in... Howsaboy?
_ This is special; this one is so very special. It is as though what you might think of as an angel has alighted upon my life; it is today.
_ One word...quick...
_ Fine.
_ Ditto, babe.
_ Does it matter that there's a new captain at the helm when the sea is endless and time divine?
_ Of course it does; frozen light moves at night and finds itself stuck in the morning.
_ You've spent time at sea?
_ Aye.
_ And?
_ No comprende. God is love. Chai?
_ Yes.
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... Yes
... No
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Lassez les (atom) bomb temps roulez!
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Thoughts.
Quick always but from where and how long? I believe that action which is perception leads first to seeing with the door knob at hand; an ordered retreat. Of course with any aggressor you will be pursued. Your highest action is indifference in accordance with Ahimsa, however retreat may become impossible. The wall and the sword the only thing to be resolved. In this moment you act in freedom.
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