Infinite chains. Quite a thought. And, I imagine, quite an accurate description.
Boy, what a surprise on Ebeneezer Scrooge's face when he died. "Dammit, Marley lied to me. I did all that good and still - look at all these chains! I can't see the end of it all!" So maybe he was told a half truth :)
eventually we will figure out
eventually we will figure out how to get out of these shackles. I suppose seeing them is the first step toward removing them.
Hmm, maybe, maybe.
Hmm, maybe, maybe. Collectively as a whole - doubtful. Individually, case by case - hopeful. But may you be right. :)
A start, unshackling infinite
A start, unshackling infinite chains one by one,
entering the introspection of the proud mother
Nice little poem indeed you have writ.
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not
Infinite chains. Quite a
Infinite chains. Quite a thought. And, I imagine, quite an accurate description.
Boy, what a surprise on Ebeneezer Scrooge's face when he died. "Dammit, Marley lied to me. I did all that good and still - look at all these chains! I can't see the end of it all!" So maybe he was told a half truth :)
(And thank you, by the way!)