and then our exile

"Adam Smith loves the little children,
All the children of the world.
Red and yellow, black and white,
They are precious in His sight,
Adam Smith loves the little children of the world."

me: now is time for comparative religion and phonetic theology!
EC*WAR: now is time to misinterpret!
me: hum-drum. mouth=closing.

Syrian visa application: Have you visited occupied Palestine?
me: Yo, is the question meant subjectively or objectively?

Syrian visa application: Have you visited occupied Palestine?
Me: Physicsologically speaking, get this: displacement's a vector quality, meaning if i go somewhere and come back, i actually haven't gone anywhere at all. Ergo, no. ha.

um.

ahem.

Random. Impatience this afternoon. And "Noor please do not fall off the truck with the tree trunks we are holding onto for dear life because i will have to get angry at you for falling off and i do not want to get angry." She is able to guilt me into things, though i generally cover for myself. Sunlight. Usman's seriously the most wonderful child in this here multiverse. Today's word: akkabbuka. It either means "uhibbuka" or "gut' Arbeit!". The other day i overheard someone telling my mother i have a tenor adhan. That was funny. If your IP is 192.168.9.2, you're confusing statcounter and scaring myself, so whoa at you. The idea of "life" is fascinating. All these lives next to one another, but intensely solitary in the final evaluate. And what is, "death"? Atheism is depressing. Today i read an article about three-year-old Rawan Abu Zeid, murdered by a bloody Israeli in Rafah. May the soldier live to be eaten out from within by the horror of what he has done, or else die very painfully. And may Rawan be filled with Light for all eternity. On that note, the US tries to manufacture history, but it's not working very well. Every year there's a week in May when maydays bloom / the Eastern border of Wuddistan is filled with white blossoms of ambrosia. That week in May is just starting, and the air begins to fill with Fragrance. And...and...all of a sudden i feel a need to say something to prove my masculinity in conventional waes. Ha! Um, i'll leave you with that. It's nearly time for maghrib, anyways.