NormI hate nobody, in particular
Reason is to the mind as pumping is to the heart, opposite. The mind is far from capable of reasoning at the best of times. The hand does just as much beating as the heart; in my domain, anyway. Many times have I sat in a cold bath with my hatred and just stared at the soapy bar that I'm clasping. Clutching you very own soapy bar is a barrel of fun in the bath. Blood has been spilled all over the place in the name of freedom and cleaned up with the slippery words of slippery mouthed slipper wearers. Nobody can sit there clutching their own slippery bar and not tell me that the whole thing is just not a wank. Wanking is always more than it seems. Plenty of good has come from loving bathtime but not when the taps are running with blood. I don't care what anyone says. I don't care what anyone says, stars are in the sky and stripes go on shirts. I'm not too shirty about this one. About this one there has been much written and said but you can't hide the simple facts unless of course you have a special machine that I haven't heard about. Now, ettiquette demands that I pose a little question to tinker with your interest. So here goes: how many innocent lives does it take to change? A light bulb is just as screwed as that. I have no answers to such meaty questions. Please, if you're draped in a flag, go flap in the wind at the top of a pole (or go wrap around one). You're just a let down to yourself most of all. If you're not swathed in a banner, I really don't have any problems with you. I'm only having a bit of a lend. Your ears are probably soaked in soapy goodness by this late stage. I think that's soap. Besides all that, I hate hate. I'd never chuck everyone in one basket and send them off to the bath if they weren't a little grubby already. Dirty and clean: opposite.
