But the LORD, as usual, is cynically indifferent to my little thoughts of what I need... Staying in His place to put me in mine, as I wrote, elsewhere, on some pages that didn't survive.
Anyway. Better not to tempt Him, I'll keep my counsel as to my knee jerk reactions to the question of What is God up to?
And somewhere, somewhere some fat cat is getting fatter and richer by sculling off my sorrow, I don't doubt... By abusing my twisted sense of ethics: And yes, I would like to see a little Davidian psalmist retribution occur, see the bastards caught in their own corporate snares...
klik if you demand tedious explanations of every little thing.
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