Six.hundred.dollars for a new alternator. Merry christmas to me. Had to break into my New Zealand fund again. But it could be worse... I could be in a desert with chickenpox.
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| I was inspired. I have been drawing like a child all day. |
p.s. Miss Holine has my admiration. Definitely an old soul.
p.s.s. my friend Joh is a lyricist.
birth of the Powerful:
the Powerful grew inside her.
Holiness cradled in water.
the Child of a daughter.
His lungs were small
her smile was faint
His father on earth had hands that were stained.
on that night, so silent, the earth heaved a sigh.
the mother and father rejoiced to the sky.
you could hear it, angels singing.
and my unborn eternity, with them, was ringing.
the chaos was starting to bend.
and reality, starting to mend.
and curtains, beginning to tear.
and sinners, beginning to stare.
all with this birth of a boy in a manger,
under stars in the heart of bethlehem.
without any fear, m
