The Marie Celeste of Webblogs

THE MARIE-CELESTE OF WEBBLOGS

A weblog came before me today that shaped the things to come

A phantom of a website that yielded no clues as to the ambition of the reader that is myself, to read for the sake of reading this being because it caused a number of seizures as it was being read as it scared the living daylights out of people who were too hard done by to care for anyone and therefore made love to their computer.  This it called the end of time or the when, that is the time when all shall be revealed and thus it shall be for the one to know and who is to see who it is that does not observe the feil power of the wind and the wave of the serfdom known as the United Kingdom.

It is not a no for this is a won way to be – an adjunct to the property right, the right to die alone without sane or sanctity of marriage to embellish one as one foresees in the end, but to be the one who is the first to die.  For the first is the one who teaches all about the reality of the death sentence that we all carry.  That it is about the way in which we depart that it is so.

It is so.

It is not so it is to be.

It is to be cared for when one is dying that makes one so import to the other who sees the need to be cared for to be the subsequent act, for all to follow unless one falls to be and that is not the one it is the two say, the two of us who have neglect and therefore been in adjusted time.

In other words, be way of explanation – it is not the one who dies who regrets it is the one who lives and therefore it is a better thing to die young than it is to die last and old and alone even though it might appear not, for a healthy lifestyle will only yield to hardship in the way of dying and that is the trouble – he need to die is of essence to the man or woman who trod the earth as a Saint and not as a wedded person.  The wedded person is the Saint who does not care a damn about the end result of the marriage because he knows it is to be a sham product.  It is a sham product I say because it is come from the lips of women not men and therefore it is about the way to be a woman and not strong enough to veil oneself from the love of others and thereby be awake to the need to die as young as possible without scorn for the living but with a scorn for the Devil himself.

To die is to be it in the name of the Father and the Son but not the Holy One as it is a not to be and a no to be it.  A no is to be and a no is to be not and therefore it is a no and there is a no and a no-yet as in not yet, I’m sleeping.

We have not always been this way and as we adjust we lose sight of time.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

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