I must be someone very different to him than I am to me.
Maybe I'm some fast-talking jack-ass some know-it all jerkweed some high-maintenance poindexter.
If he saw me in a bar he would hate me in that bar.
I hope god doesn't see me through his eyes.
"…something like the supervisor of an entire team of political agents…"
I must be someone very different to him than I am to me.
Maybe I'm some fast-talking jack-ass some know-it all jerkweed some high-maintenance poindexter.
If he saw me in a bar he would hate me in that bar.
I hope god doesn't see me through his eyes.
maybe he is g_d. maybe we all are. or, maybe, just maybe, we are all fast-talking jackasses. either way, to someone without sight or sense of sound or touch, we only smell different.
“Like,—but oh how different!
Yes, it was the Mountain Echo.”
—William Wordsworth (1770–1850)