God doesnt lie? O really. Do we lie? What about made in the image of. I can tell you God does lie, and theres nothing like a Huge White Lie when its a Love Story. This stuff about free will, ditch that. Turn it around. Theres another way to parse this. Your days ARE numbered. Because theres another story running, and YOU CANNOT KNOW, the dancer from the dance. So… David and I were going to Montreal, and in the play, Lies My Father taught me, there is a Zayde, being a Grandfather, O so of course, en route, by Fresh Market, just then, I would, see a license plate that read Zayde or spelled Zaydie. This Story can be Corroborated. As for LIES MY FATHER TAUGHT ME, who is that greater Father. I mean there are language reverbs all over town. A cosmic Story? You bet. And I might point out, there is a really interesting line in that play, when the boy asks Zaydie, can anyone be the Messiah. Even me? And what Zaydie replies. Too bad, though, it wasnt a girl asking.
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 13:43:52 +0000