Month: August 2020

Sunday the second, eighth twenty twenty. Last time I looked, were from a land of plenty.   Dont be discouraged, dont be dismayed. Just grap up your stick, and wave it away.   The metaphorical, the quantifiable. Its a complete world, we’re moulding it bold.   A modern world, a Mod urn world. a Mod […]

First of the eight, twenty twenty. Yes I come, from a land of plenty.   Its the time for, realization. Something we need, for hopetification.   Whatever you do, whatever you say. Be really careful, it might bite you one day.   While a mothers word, could be disregarded. It could stay around, until their […]