The Way We go

I will not lose hold of my umbrella. If I lose it, I will find another. And I will use my pointing finger, in the meantime. As a Norwegian, I know to dress. Well. Right. So, that umbrella is really a nuisance. I believe I hate it.

Viking, am I? Making you?

We are entering the last episode of earth. How long will it last? For forever? Let time show. Some of us will last, in the present state. Others will grow, and die, before they re-enter. Make not cases of it. Let us love each other. And let us love, one another. There are different cultures on earth. Different scopes, dependent on nature. That economical scope is truly bad. Egoistic, it is. Though, this is the only one. The only there is. Mammon. Let us look forward. Open, a bit, up.

I assure you; if I am killed again, I will come back unexpectedly. To make you. Right. Make me ...

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