I am all the day with my shed up.
I gotta pick up one more package of shingles to finish off the roof. I did some welding for my neighbor & he has a paint sprayer, so he's gonna spray it for me sometime this week. It's all caulked & ready to go! The perspective is deceiving, but 4 bikes will fit inside with a bit of wiggle room, it's 10' deep & 12' wide.
This you're not going to believe. While tidying the yard I picked up what appeared to be an ordinary brick. But as I was stacking it with some other bricks IT SPOKE TO ME.
Look, I know what you're thinking. I'm not one to go around searching for a sign from God, ok? And if I were to hear voices when nobody else was around, I wouldn't automatically assume I should take direction from them. People that do that are well... take that Son of Sam fellow for instance. Just because the neighbor's dog told him to do things, does not mean he had to do them. He could have saved everybody a LOT of trouble if he just told the dog to mind it's own business. Or he could have said "Go do it yourself if you're such a damn important speaking dog." I've always thought that's what I would say. It's probably a good idea to have a plan just in case, right? So you can see that I'm not some nutty kook who goes around all the time getting messages from bricks. So, uh back to the brick and it's message.
The funny thing is, it wasn't even the fact that the brick spoke that amazed me. The simplicity of what the brick said struck me so hard I barely gave the speaking itself a second thought. That so much could be communicated with one word made obvious the gravity of the message. What it had to say was something important, important for the entire world perhaps.
I wondered how long it sat covered in dirt, waiting for the day it could whisper it's secret to someone? I wondered how it came to obtain this knowledge in the first place. It appeared just like the other bricks. No obvious signs of having spent years on a mountaintop, nor having travelled great distances. I washed the dirt off the brick then sat quietly looking at it while it dried. I thought about what to do. I thought about what the world might be like if everyone were to abandon their differences and heed the wisdom of the brick. It's not that they wouldn't want to either, not if they understood. It didn't take long for me to decide the brick must have spoken to me for a reason. But what reason? Why me? Why now?
The brick offered no further guidance, but the more I thought about it the more it made sense. There were too many coincidences. The past few months. Christ, the past few years. I thought that if I had picked this brick up at another time in my life, it's message might have appeared a mere novelty.
Suddenly it hit me like a ton of, er... it was obvious! I must share this knowledge with the world! I ran inside for my camera, snatched it up, and raced back out. Trembling, I picked up the brick. I wasn't sure this would work, nor even how it might work, but I trusted. I took one deep breath, I closed my eyes, and I snapped the picture. I paused.
It occured to me that maybe nothing had happened. Maybe this wasn't really happening. Maybe my mind was making it up. Or worse, maybe the neighbor's dog would start up next. don't think that. I shut off the camera with my eyes still closed. If it didn't work, I didn't want to find out right away. I wanted to hang on to this for a second just in case. My heart was racing. I realized I was holding my breath. I let it out slowly and I opened my eyes.
THERE! It was there! The message was right there on the brick! HA! I knew what to do. I gave the brick a quick loud kiss, plopped it down on the dirt and rushed inside to the computer.
So, here we are children of the porn (ugh, sorry). It's really you that the brick needs to address now. My job is done, whether the brick and it's instruction has any further impact upon my own life is not important. If the next three years are the same as the last, so be it. At least I have done my part. Your job is clear, find one other person who might be receptive to this message and give it to them. The brave amongst you may wish to seek several people gathered together. Find somewhere private and give the message to them all at once. Male, female, young or old, black or white, it is time for all of us to come together.
I gotta pick up one more package of shingles to finish off the roof. I did some welding for my neighbor & he has a paint sprayer, so he's gonna spray it for me sometime this week. It's all caulked & ready to go! The perspective is deceiving, but 4 bikes will fit inside with a bit of wiggle room, it's 10' deep & 12' wide.
This you're not going to believe. While tidying the yard I picked up what appeared to be an ordinary brick. But as I was stacking it with some other bricks IT SPOKE TO ME.
Look, I know what you're thinking. I'm not one to go around searching for a sign from God, ok? And if I were to hear voices when nobody else was around, I wouldn't automatically assume I should take direction from them. People that do that are well... take that Son of Sam fellow for instance. Just because the neighbor's dog told him to do things, does not mean he had to do them. He could have saved everybody a LOT of trouble if he just told the dog to mind it's own business. Or he could have said "Go do it yourself if you're such a damn important speaking dog." I've always thought that's what I would say. It's probably a good idea to have a plan just in case, right? So you can see that I'm not some nutty kook who goes around all the time getting messages from bricks. So, uh back to the brick and it's message.
The funny thing is, it wasn't even the fact that the brick spoke that amazed me. The simplicity of what the brick said struck me so hard I barely gave the speaking itself a second thought. That so much could be communicated with one word made obvious the gravity of the message. What it had to say was something important, important for the entire world perhaps.
I wondered how long it sat covered in dirt, waiting for the day it could whisper it's secret to someone? I wondered how it came to obtain this knowledge in the first place. It appeared just like the other bricks. No obvious signs of having spent years on a mountaintop, nor having travelled great distances. I washed the dirt off the brick then sat quietly looking at it while it dried. I thought about what to do. I thought about what the world might be like if everyone were to abandon their differences and heed the wisdom of the brick. It's not that they wouldn't want to either, not if they understood. It didn't take long for me to decide the brick must have spoken to me for a reason. But what reason? Why me? Why now?
The brick offered no further guidance, but the more I thought about it the more it made sense. There were too many coincidences. The past few months. Christ, the past few years. I thought that if I had picked this brick up at another time in my life, it's message might have appeared a mere novelty.
Suddenly it hit me like a ton of, er... it was obvious! I must share this knowledge with the world! I ran inside for my camera, snatched it up, and raced back out. Trembling, I picked up the brick. I wasn't sure this would work, nor even how it might work, but I trusted. I took one deep breath, I closed my eyes, and I snapped the picture. I paused.
It occured to me that maybe nothing had happened. Maybe this wasn't really happening. Maybe my mind was making it up. Or worse, maybe the neighbor's dog would start up next. don't think that. I shut off the camera with my eyes still closed. If it didn't work, I didn't want to find out right away. I wanted to hang on to this for a second just in case. My heart was racing. I realized I was holding my breath. I let it out slowly and I opened my eyes.
THERE! It was there! The message was right there on the brick! HA! I knew what to do. I gave the brick a quick loud kiss, plopped it down on the dirt and rushed inside to the computer.
So, here we are children of the porn (ugh, sorry). It's really you that the brick needs to address now. My job is done, whether the brick and it's instruction has any further impact upon my own life is not important. If the next three years are the same as the last, so be it. At least I have done my part. Your job is clear, find one other person who might be receptive to this message and give it to them. The brave amongst you may wish to seek several people gathered together. Find somewhere private and give the message to them all at once. Male, female, young or old, black or white, it is time for all of us to come together.
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buy the way i am a mechanic at a honda shop, i went to mmi in orlando, i took honda, kawasaki, and suzuki. i've had many dirtbikes as a kid and even a kawasaki tecate 250cc two stroke 3-wheeler. but no street bikes yet im in the middle of rebuilding the top end, front forks, clutch, stripping and repainting the gastank, frame fender, and side panals of my dads 78 kawi kz1000. he wants me to do it for less than 1000$ including my charge for labor... im already up to about $650 in parts alone. he has two harleys as well so i might make him give it to me when im all done. im doing all the work in a tin shed that isn't half as nice a the one you built. but it'll work.