The Flames.

the scene created a feeling of De ja vue,

"I had one of those Flashes . . ."

Spread out in a cavernous, arching bowl, the writhing, throng of of humanity. Teaming with experience,and so expectations. A rabid congregation, eager to bathe, are washed over by the Font of Euphoria, as the opening cords of St Stephen are heard.

I was in there for the 80s breakout at the Connecticut and Madison Square Garden
Shows, I could would have to look it up I'm sure,

Validating my life, my choices, to move on from the fog and the dead, the road, even to some extent the Ice n' The rock, to bask, instead, like Ozzie And Harriet, hide my dreads in my hart, have kids, and become an ol' pop, in the celebrated (suburban) light.[?]

Thanks Doc, it did me just right,
Breath
let it up, let it pass,

Thanx ff travels along a narrow stream yield wonders that must be left in place to appreciate.
It is all just a measure of the man, if he can say his peace, offend, maybe, and hold ground but not defend.
So I say what is, is to me anyway and leave it at that
Surly though, know, I am Cuffed, and stunted,
I find it hard to share here.

if I used the tool called a Comma, then this would read . . . When), seemingly the thunder upsets the new dog as it did the old dog, funny she wants to get up on the bed. And that is a no dice maneuver. Her name is still a mystery, but we call her Deena,but spell it Dina.
The best guess is that her sire, the stud was called Nitro ,
So Dynamite and Nitroglycerin, the things she was trained to sniff out in crowds and a-like.



It is pouring. Again, every other day no hope to dry out if your homeless - thank god I'm not!
The measure of the line is so thin I think and pray for your pal, rSin(?)

Rolling thunder, heavy rain like in the Pacific North west of my youth, not the drought stricken,
Fire ravaged west coast of today.
The black Shepard curled at my feet.
This is a real storm the TV just honked
To bad it's not snow. . . .
Well, it is rolling off now and the dog is eyeing my bed again No!

Seems a stop read and good night , are in order. . . .

Instead something else happened and physical inactivity grew into the fourth largest global killer in the world (according to the World Health Organisation), with some claiming it takes more lives than smoking, diabetes and obesity combined.

jstan

climber

Jul 5, 2015 - 02:16am PT
Jim seeing as you are Canadian I will tell a Canadian story from the days when our pipe band went
to Maxville to compete in their Highland Games. Maxville is an agricultural region, apples mainly,
and everyone goes to a pub to celebrate the biggest weekend of their year. Competing bands have
the duty to go to those pubs and to play for the people. There was no room and we were
sandwiched in with people at their tables. I noticed just to my right and to our Pipe Major's left an
elderly lady with one of those umbrellas with a vicious metal tip. As I remember we had got into the
second part of our strathspey when I saw her using the tip of her umbrella to probe around under
our Pipe Major's kilt. About the time we got into the reel our Pipe Major's blowpipe fell out of his
mouth. The girl had a mischievous look about her and I have to assume she did this every year. I
have since decided Al MacRae should have immediately passed his pipes to me and bent her
backward in amorous embrace. Had he done that, at least as regards this audience, we would have
taken first prize.

Now you are poking around under my kilt. Rest assured I will not kiss you.