I master for my statistics..three times a charm…
what is more precious than what we wish for? Of picking perfect schemes to fits for…
leaders are chosen, of
the 'system', the deep state too shallow..can't be sad while you are
asleep…
greatness is of Godliness and contentment..we watch and learn…
destruction has no covering..the younger does not flatter, string actions to build momentum...
ears tests words, open ears to instructions..we labour in vain without concern, off the consent…
as necessity the mother of invention, as nothing made without fear..the sick seek help…
inheritance a great 'evil'..everything for a season..
No profit under the sun..there is nothing new under the sun..
all is vanity and full of labour..
no remembrance of former things nor things to come…
everything beautiful in its time..asking about 3,4,5, what about
1 and 2?
dreams comes through much activity..the sweet sleep and the permit to sleep..
the eye sight, the wondering desires..the soul to
satisfaction?
Livity, the wisdom that got 'us' mad..No profit under the
sun...
pressure is privilege..much expectations as on levels, and
of potential…
if you like my life, it ain't mine..
Music makes our heart sing..everyone has what everyone wants…
the end of a thing is better than its beginning..the end can't justify the means..
choices have consequences..we have 'good' choices…
the necessary occurs, as necessity is the mother of invention..
we become that which we can survive in..
information kills as well survives..tough words for a foul
man…
the product of survival instincts..a cover song, a cover
story…
the hobby routine as the window shopping..must be 'caught' by something..
Music to my ears..music has no walls..
books tell us stories only when we wanna hear them..
sticking to the joke we know..wisdom heals...
speak to 'the' neighbour’..if not a business interest, then must be interested in business…
the beauty you see is the reflection of you..beauty lies in the eyes of the...
a whole team list on the bench..disposal at deposition...
hear and give EAR..the more you reveal me the more you real me…
the wait, getting as far as the exit..
the fire never says enough.
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