The Spitting I met the greatest Karate champ in the town the other day. He sat there watching me, holding his paper in his hand. Then I knew him. You are Chinese to the girl after looking at me for some time. I felt immediately at ease for the first time in my life beside someone with pearls of strength. He coughed or rather spitted within himself and it sent me running to the toilet. I came back without one thing, my thought pattern and a heap of authority in its place. I have been thinking about this for days. Sometimes our thoughts need to be disturbed by this karate spit. For it creates a ghost in your mind to concentrate nowhere near the place you want to concentrate. It is an explosive thing for a policeman to use, especially when your told to shoot one and it shoots away to the left or the right. So that is my story for today. Remember that God would never harm any of his little ones. Who come to him night after night for their thoughts to be reinvigored. In any one on one in war the reinvigouring becomes criminal, in a good sense. As is leadership among some Arabs today who hate the prospect of seeing death.
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 20:46:30 +0000
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