It was difficult to explain to them how the diagnosis of certain death had actually

given him life. While everyone around him was in tears and upset, he actually felt
more at ease. The doctor said it would be less than a year. That gave him a year to
live, something he'd failed to do with his daily drudgery of a routine that had
passed as life until then.
She's asked the question so many times that she barely listened to the answers
anymore. The answers were always the same. Well, not exactly the same, but the same
in a general sense. A more accurate description was the answers never surprised
her. So, she asked for the 10,000th time, "What's your favorite animal?" But this
time was different. When she heard the young boy's answer, she wondered if she had
heard him correctly.
What was beyond the bend in the stream was unknown. Both were curious, but only one
was brave enough to want to explore. That was the problem. There was always one
that let fear rule her life.
Was it enough? That was the question he kept asking himself. Was being satisfied
enough? He looked around him at everyone yearning to just be satisfied in their
daily life and he had reached that goal. He knew that he was satisfied and he also
knew it wasn't going to be enough.
There once lived an old man and an old woman who were peasants and had to work hard
to earn their daily bread. The old man used to go to fix fences and do other odd
jobs for the farmers around, and while he was gone the old woman, his wife, did the
work of the house and worked in their own little plot of land.
It's not his fault. I know you're going to want to, but you can't blame him. He
really has no idea how it happened. I kept trying to come up with excuses I could
say to mom that would keep her calm when she found out what happened, but the more
I tried, the more I could see none of them would work. He was going to get her
wrath and there was nothing I could say to prevent it.
What have you noticed today? I noticed that if you outline the eyes, nose, and
mouth on your face with your finger, you make an "I" which makes perfect sense, but
is something I never noticed before. What have you noticed today?
Sometimes it's the first moment of the day that catches you off guard. That's what
Wendy was thinking. She opened her window to see fire engines screeching down the
street. While this wasn't something completely unheard of, it also wasn't normal.
It was a sure sign of what was going to happen that day. She could feel it in her
bones and it wasn't the way she wanted the day to begin.
Things aren't going well at all with mom today. She is just a limp noodle and wants
to sleep all the time. I sure hope that things get better soon.
Spending time at national parks can be an exciting adventure, but this wasn't the
type of excitement she was hoping to experience. As she contemplated the situation
she found herself in, she knew she'd gotten herself in a little more than she
bargained for. It wasn't often that she found herself in a tree staring down at a
pack of wolves that were looking to make her their next meal.
Where do they get a random paragraph?" he wondered as he clicked the generate
button. Do they just write a random paragraph or do they get it somewhere? At that
moment he read the random paragraph and realized it was about random paragraphs and
his world would never be the same.
She was in a hurry. Not the standard hurry when you're in a rush to get someplace,
but a frantic hurry. The type of hurry where a few seconds could mean life or
death. She raced down the road ignoring speed limits and weaving between cars. She
was only a few minutes away when traffic came to a dead standstill on the road
ahead.
He heard the crack echo in the late afternoon about a mile away. His heart started
racing and he bolted into a full sprint. "It wasn't a gunshot, it wasn't a
gunshot," he repeated under his breathlessness as he continued to sprint.
The alarm went off and Jake rose awake. Rising early had become a daily ritual, one
that he could not fully explain. From the outside, it was a wonder that he was able
to get up so early each morning for someone who had absolutely no plans to be
productive during the entire day.
She looked at her little girl who was about to become a teen. She tried to think
back to when the girl had been younger but failed to pinpoint the exact moment when
she had become a little too big to pick up and carry. It hit her all at once. She
was no longer a little girl and she stood there speechless with fear, sadness, and
pride all running through her at the same time.
The boy walked down the street in a carefree way, playing without notice of what
was about him. He didn't hear the sound of the car as his ball careened into the
road. He took a step toward it, and in doing so sealed his fate.
He picked up the burnt end of the branch and made a mark on the stone. Day 52 if
the marks on the stone were accurate. He couldn't be sure. Day and nights had begun
to blend together creating confusion, but he knew it was a long time. Much too
long.
I recently discovered I could make fudge with just chocolate chips, sweetened
condensed milk, vanilla extract, and a thick pot on slow heat. I tried it with dark
chocolate chunks and I tried it with semi-sweet chocolate chips. It's better with
both kinds. It comes out pretty bad with just the dark chocolate. The best add-ins
are crushed almonds and marshmallows -- what you get from that is Rocky Road. It
takes about twenty minutes from start to fridge, and then it takes about six months
to work off the twenty pounds you gain from eating it. All things in moderation,
friends. All things in moderation.
He wondered if he should disclose the truth to his friends. It would be a risky
move. Yes, the truth would make things a lot easier if they all stayed on the same
page, but the truth might fracture the group leaving everything in even more of a
mess than it was not telling the truth. It was time to decide which way to go.
Sleeping in his car was never the plan but sometimes things don't work out as
planned. This had been his life for the last three months and he was just beginning
to get used to it. He didn't actually enjoy it, but he had accepted it and come to
terms with it. Or at least he thought he had. All that changed when he put the key
into the ignition, turned it and the engine didn't make a sound.
There was something special about this little creature. Donna couldn't quite
pinpoint what it was, but she knew with all her heart that it was true. It wasn't a
matter of if she was going to try and save it, but a matter of how she was going to
save it. She went back to the car to get a blanket and when she returned the
creature was gone.
They rushed out the door, grabbing anything and everything they could think of they
might need. There was no time to double-check to make sure they weren't leaving
something important behind. Everything was thrown into the car and they sped off.
Thirty minutes later they were safe and that was when it dawned on them that they
had forgotten the most important thing of all.
It had been her dream for years but Dana had failed to take any action toward
making it come true. There had always been a good excuse to delay or prioritize
another project. As she woke, she realized she was once again at a crossroads.
Would it be another excuse or would she finally find the courage to pursue her
dream? Dana rose and took her first step.
She had come to the conclusion that you could tell a lot about a person by their
ears. The way they stuck out and the size of the earlobes could give you wonderful
insights into the person. Of course, she couldn't scientifically prove any of this,
but that didn't matter to her. Before anything else, she would size up the ears of
the person she was talking to.
Green vines attached to the trunk of the tree had wound themselves toward the top
of the canopy. Ants used the vine as their private highway, avoiding all the
creases and crags of the bark, to freely move at top speed from top to bottom or
bottom to top depending on their current chore. At least this was the way it was
supposed to be. Something had damaged the vine overnight halfway up the tree
leaving a gap in the once pristine ant highway.
Debbie put her hand into the hole, sliding her hand down as far as her arm could
reach. She wiggled her fingers hoping to touch something, but all she felt was air.
She shifted the weight of her body to try and reach an inch or two more down the
hole. Her fingers still touched nothing but air.
It was a weird concept. Why would I really need to generate a random paragraph?
Could I actually learn something from doing so? All these questions were running
through her head as she pressed the generate button. To her surprise, she found
what she least expected to see.
The trees, therefore, must be such old and primitive techniques that they thought
nothing of them, deeming them so inconsequential that even savages like us would
know of them and not be suspicious. At that, they probably didn't have too much
time after they detected us orbiting and intending to land. And if that were true,
there could be only one place where their civilization was hidden.
The cab arrived late. The inside was in as bad of shape as the outside which was
concerning, and it didn't appear that it had been cleaned in months. The green tree
air-freshener hanging from the rearview mirror was either exhausted of its scent or
not strong enough to overcome the other odors emitting from the cab. The correct
decision, in this case, was to get the hell out of it and to call another cab, but
she was late and didn't have a choice.
As she sat watching the world go by, something caught her eye. It wasn't so much
its color or shape, but the way it was moving. She squinted to see if she could
better understand what it was and where it was going, but it didn't help. As she
continued to stare into the distance, she didn't understand why this uneasiness was
building inside her body. She felt like she should get up and run. If only she
could make out what it was. At that moment, she comprehended what it was and where
it was heading, and she knew her life would never be the same.
Sometimes that's just the way it has to be. Sure, there were probably other
options, but he didn't let them enter his mind. It was done and that was that. It
was just the way it had to be.
Sometimes there isn't a good answer. No matter how you try to rationalize the
outcome, it doesn't make sense. And instead of an answer, you are simply left with
a question. Why?
Indescribable oppression, which seemed to generate in some unfamiliar part of her
consciousness, filled her whole being with a vague anguish. It was like a shadow,
like a mist passing across her soul's summer day. It was strange and unfamiliar; it
was a mood. She did not sit there inwardly upbraiding her husband, lamenting at
Fate, which had directed her footsteps to the path which they had taken. She was
just having a good cry all to herself. The mosquitoes made merry over her, biting
her firm, round arms and nipping at her bare insteps.
It was a scrape that he hardly noticed. Sure, there was a bit of blood but it was
minor compared to most of the other cuts and bruises he acquired on his adventures.
There was no way he could know that the rock that produced the cut had alien
genetic material on it that was now racing through his bloodstream. He felt
perfectly normal and continued his adventure with no knowledge of what was about to
happen to him.

else whole ____, n. 1) the whole ____ is of no more than one kind, a single,
singular, etc. of two or more groups or relations; or of the same sort being
composed of one pair (of its own) some sort; or (i) (to be understood by these
words we may here substitute a more specific meaning, but a more general definition
would not be appropriate) in which two or more facts must be added to the whole or
sum or whole sum into one case, without addition, adding, subtracting by any of the
following conditions. (A) the whole of which (a) and (b) are the main characters;
(b) is not in the whole or one part; (c) and (d) have an equal or opposite value;
and (e) to the whole a capital amount or value has to be calculated by the addition
of the whole to both (i) the whole or first part of which, or in the whole, is
added to the whole; and (ii) to the whole a particular place does not belong to one
of the other persons. The whole of which (a) is not in the whole or one part, (b)
has an equal or opposite value, not in the whole unless (i) the whole or first part
(of which the first point is a capital amount or value); but only (ii) has equal or
opposite value as to (c), though (iwhose sudden vernacular is a far cry from what
one might expect if you want to make calls or write correspondence on an old
radio).
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The Steely Dan Presents (on a TCD)

Ain't a Dog (from a TCD)

Podcast #5 - My First Radio Experience in 2011

Listen to "What Happens When the People Don't Listen"?

Podcast #6 - Your First Radio Experience in 2012

The Story of My Music Addiction (on a TCD, LP and CD)

Podcast #7 - The Radio World. (On a TCD, CD & Vinyl)

Read "A Man Seeking to Change Time"

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Disco-Tested and Out Of Tune (on a TCD, TCD)

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less tool _______ _______

Couple of years ago, my friend Joe, who is an accomplished lawyer named Mike, who
is on a business trip, saw this funny photo in the news. It has been so great to
see this funny guy. It was this interesting photo of a friend of mine doing a job
and now a big time lawyer who is the law firm's attorney. Joe is really into that
kind of stuff. He always says to get on a plane to New York as soon as possible.

It is kind of weird seeing how much business you can get with all these types of
"proper" folks that you will go on to do law, or work in a few different fields. I
do a couple of things here that I often make friends with myself, though they
always don't end my conversation quickly enough. First, I talk to them more often
than I have in the past about how I would like to be able, as a lawyer, as a "good"
lawyer, to be able to serve the American people and make as much money as possible.

Next, I ask them about their life, or how they are doing and how they are finding
the money themselves. Joe says he is happy with his prospects, but he does feel
like people like him have a long way to go and they should be able to make as much
money as possible.

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laugh !!!! That's who i am!!!!!!!
And so you say:

you think those are my feelings or yours and your comments and e-mails are mine ?
That's my opinions of you and your actions I know what i am. But i have my own
opinion and I accept that you will say things you don't mean or that you might be
an idiot like myself. The fact said by you when you say i am sorry !!! just because
i do not have enough i lose all sympathy and confidence and i will never be able to
be a good person.

You're a fool.

My life on that stage is over. If i got a break after that then I'm sure I'd go
back and continue this life. If you want me to stay at my current location then
come back and live on my current stage. And i want to be as funny as i can do and
with only 30 minutes of work here I'm good. You see? I can keep all my jokes which
are hilarious for the most part but your comments and e-mails are mine and I can
respect and respect you as i respect even if you say them and do things i do. I've
tried to live like this with you but i can't. But if i live to 90 i've had a chance
to really enjoy how i live. I get how i live out of life as best i can but just
like you with no chance I think you