What's not to love about this tune?
Working
Seems The Same As Not
After
laying off the hard work on this Indiegogo Project blog and connected aspects, I
am not unsatisfied with my work on this yet unloved project at all. I have
learned a lot at every step, and the ultimate success is based on a life that I have
not yet lived. So far with this I have made many women I know uncomfortable, if
not angry; but then, I have met as many new friends with smiles for who I am
trying to become and supporting what I’m doing, at least they say as much.
My
dance with my African princess seemed to tap out, but lo and behold she shook
of her erstwhile malarial infection and is making ever more modest demands of
material demonstration on my affection. I would never have believed it if
someone else described having the feeling I have about this distant human presence.
When we chat tonight, as I write this, I feel her reality in a visceral way
that I just do not commonly feel with the actually real live and attractive young women I meet and
talk face to face with here at home. And my connection with Pocahontas is a completely
random choice of asking a face for friendship on Facebook. This I am certain is
the root of my attraction to her. She is most of all to me, a perfect and
wonderful narrative, a phenomenon the spirit, and placed in my life as a test, do I have the
belief and the talent and ability to earn a wife such as Pocahontas who was
only just born at the time I stepped onto my monastic journey to become her
husband.
Won’t
you tell your friends, spread the word about my real life storybook romance
unfolding now. here as my life writes it? Once Pocahontas and I work out our plans, we
will need your help to promote this odd and entertaining real-life literary
Indiegogo Project! Your contribution is
vital to bringing together two unlikely people together for a chance at a
storybook wedding!!
Life
seems determined to keep me from finishing my magic guitar,
refinishing/decorating project. I thought I had it made today, would surely do the
painting to finish the job; but the weather did not cooperate, too much wind to
work outside in the park as I intended. I feel so much happier painting
outside, because the studio is so full of distractions.
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