I find myself radically disengaged from all possible outcomes.
Knitting the great jumper of life, this causes me not to drop one stitch, she said.
Mary emphatically denies concern and asks for privacy at this time.
Putting it in Singerian terms, this is a puddle and I am wearing wellingtons, she said
Frankly my dear......
Predilections flatten one’s world.
Have we lost power, my radar screen is blank, she said.
In this matter monism seems correct. It’s all one to me, she said.
Somewhere in America a bluebottle is trapped between the sashes, its buzzing gives me no peace.
Swami told me - you must be careless.
There are many shades of magnolia, it’s vital to select the correct one.
I tug the sides of my beige cardigan, I settle myself, she said.
Replete with ghast as I am.
A settled apathy seems appropriate.