

I find it difficult to know what I should write about this year. So, I have decided to improvise a story while I take you around on my spots for some natural drinks.
Here we go: (to be continued)
the KSP style
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I find myself in an act of someone carefully observing me for sometime and whispering to someone else secretly. I open my eyes for an instant and hear small children standing next to my bed. I hear some translation between the children and someone else. The children are expressing good wishes for the time to come in a language I do not understand. So I decide to say exactly what they say not knowing what they are saying or what I am saying. There is a laugh here and a giggle there but I am awake now and I can feel my legs moving. Happy New Year.



As a formal expression given of ones choice with regard to a proposal, You have conformed to Your wishes; as of which, with my only vote given to Me - that making my total of one votes, I now, definitely know, that You are not with Me. The dedication given, in that fulfilment of a deal, is now taken. That search now begins shifting the game to grounds of my own choosing which are more logical, sensible, natural, pure, unpolluted, transparent, well balanced, fertile... No Love. No Religion. No Crime. Just Play the Game.
2014-09-27