I guess we could discuss the implications of the phrase "meant to be.

" That is if
we wanted to drown ourselves in a sea of backwardly referential semantics and other
mumbo-jumbo. Maybe such a discussion would result in the determination that "meant
to be" is exactly as meaningless a phrase as it seems to be, and that none of us is
actually meant to be doing anything at all. But that's my existential underpants
underpinnings showing. It's the way the cookie crumbles. And now I want a cookie.
Then came the night of the first falling star. It was seen early in the morning,
rushing over Winchester eastward, a line of flame high in the atmosphere. Hundreds
must have seen it and taken it for an ordinary falling star. It seemed that it fell
to earth about one hundred miles east of him.
He was an expert but not in a discipline that anyone could fully appreciate. He
knew how to hold the cone just right so that the soft server ice-cream fell into it
at the precise angle to form a perfect cone each and every time. It had taken years
to perfect and he could now do it without even putting any thought behind it.
Nobody seemed to fully understand the beauty of this accomplishment except for the
new worker who watched in amazement.
It was difficult for him to admit he was wrong. He had been so certain that he was
correct and the deeply held belief could never be shaken. Yet the proof that he had
been incorrect stood right before his eyes. "See daddy, I told you that they are
real!" his daughter excitedly proclaimed.
The words hadn't flowed from his fingers for the past few weeks. He never imagined
he'd find himself with writer's block, but here he sat with a blank screen in front
of him. That blank screen taunting him day after day had started to play with his
mind. He didn't understand why he couldn't even type a single word, just one to
begin the process and build from there. And yet, he already knew that the eight
hours he was prepared to sit in front of his computer today would end with the
screen remaining blank.
She tried to explain that love wasn't like pie. There wasn't a set number of slices
to be given out. There wasn't less to be given to one person if you wanted to give
more to another. That after a set amount was given out it would all disappear. She
tried to explain this, but it fell on deaf ears.
It was going to rain. The weather forecast didn't say that, but the steel plate in
his hip did. He had learned over the years to trust his hip over the weatherman. It
was going to rain, so he better get outside and prepare.
She was in a hurry. Not the standard hurry when you're in a rush to get someplace,
but a frantic hurry. The type of hurry where a few seconds could mean life or
death. She raced down the road ignoring speed limits and weaving between cars. She
was only a few minutes away when traffic came to a dead standstill on the road
ahead.
The headphones were on. They had been utilized on purpose. She could hear her mom
yelling in the background, but couldn't make out exactly what the yelling was
about. That was exactly why she had put them on. She knew her mom would enter her
room at any minute, and she could pretend that she hadn't heard any of the previous
yelling.
Where do they get a random paragraph?" he wondered as he clicked the generate
button. Do they just write a random paragraph or do they get it somewhere? At that
moment he read the random paragraph and realized it was about random paragraphs and
his world would never be the same.
Hopes and dreams were dashed that day. It should have been expected, but it still
came as a shock. The warning signs had been ignored in favor of the possibility,
however remote, that it could actually happen. That possibility had grown from hope
to an undeniable belief it must be destiny. That was until it wasn't and the hopes
and dreams came crashing down.
His parents continued to question him. He didn't know what to say to them since
they refused to believe the truth. He explained again and again, and they dismissed
his explanation as a figment of his imagination. There was no way that grandpa, who
had been dead for five years, could have told him where the treasure had been
hidden. Of course, it didn't help that grandpa was roaring with laughter in the
chair next to him as he tried to explain once again how he'd found it.
The wave crashed and hit the sandcastle head-on. The sandcastle began to melt under
the waves force and as the wave receded, half the sandcastle was gone. The next
wave hit, not quite as strong, but still managed to cover the remains of the
sandcastle and take more of it away. The third wave, a big one, crashed over the
sandcastle completely covering and engulfing it. When it receded, there was no
trace the sandcastle ever existed and hours of hard work disappeared forever.
I've rented a car in Las Vegas and have reserved a hotel in Twentynine Palms which
is just north of Joshua Tree. We'll drive from Las Vegas through Mojave National
Preserve and possibly do a short hike on our way down. Then spend all day on Monday
at Joshua Tree. We can decide the next morning if we want to do more in Joshua Tree
or Mojave before we head back.
He couldn't move. His head throbbed and spun. He couldn't decide if it was the flu
or the drinking last night. It was probably a combination of both.
He was aware there were numerous wonders of this world including the unexplained
creations of humankind that showed the wonder of our ingenuity. There are huge
heads on Easter Island. There are the Egyptian pyramids. Theres Stonehenge. But he
now stood in front of a newly discovered monument that simply didn't make any sense
and he wondered how he was ever going to be able to explain it.
Things aren't going well at all with mom today. She is just a limp noodle and wants
to sleep all the time. I sure hope that things get better soon.
The computer wouldn't start. She banged on the side and tried again. Nothing. She
lifted it up and dropped it to the table. Still nothing. She banged her closed fist
against the top. It was at this moment she saw the irony of trying to fix the
machine with violence.
It was a scrape that he hardly noticed. Sure, there was a bit of blood but it was
minor compared to most of the other cuts and bruises he acquired on his adventures.
There was no way he could know that the rock that produced the cut had alien
genetic material on it that was now racing through his bloodstream. He felt
perfectly normal and continued his adventure with no knowledge of what was about to
happen to him.
She wanted rainbow hair. That's what she told the hairdresser. It should be deep
rainbow colors, too. She wasn't interested in pastel rainbow hair. She wanted it
deep and vibrant so there was no doubt that she had done this on purpose.
Sleeping in his car was never the plan but sometimes things don't work out as
planned. This had been his life for the last three months and he was just beginning
to get used to it. He didn't actually enjoy it, but he had accepted it and come to
terms with it. Or at least he thought he had. All that changed when he put the key
into the ignition, turned it and the engine didn't make a sound.
It wasn't quite yet time to panic. There was still time to salvage the situation.
At least that is what she was telling himself. The reality was that it was time to
panic and there wasn't time to salvage the situation, but he continued to delude
himself into believing there was.
It was just a burger. Why couldn't she understand that? She knew he'd completely
changed his life around her eating habits, so why couldn't she give him a break
this one time? She wasn't even supposed to have found out. Yes, he had promised her
and yes, he had broken that promise, but still in his mind, all it had been was
just a burger.
Sometimes that's just the way it has to be. Sure, there were probably other
options, but he didn't let them enter his mind. It was done and that was that. It
was just the way it had to be.
It was their first date and she had been looking forward to it the entire week. She
had her eyes on him for months, and it had taken a convoluted scheme with several
friends to make it happen, but he'd finally taken the hint and asked her out. After
all the time and effort she'd invested into it, she never thought that it would be
anything but wonderful. It goes without saying that things didn't work out quite as
she expected.
It was easy to spot her. All you needed to do was look at her socks. They were
never a matching pair. One would be green while the other would be blue. One would
reach her knee while the other barely touched her ankle. Every other part of her
was perfect, but never the socks. They were her micro act of rebellion.
It was difficult to explain to them how the diagnosis of certain death had actually
given him life. While everyone around him was in tears and upset, he actually felt
more at ease. The doctor said it would be less than a year. That gave him a year to
live, something he'd failed to do with his daily drudgery of a routine that had
passed as life until then.
Don't be scared. The things out there that are unknown aren't scary in themselves.
They are just unknown at the moment. Take the time to know them before you list
them as scary. Then the world will be a much less scary place for you.

women magnet ????"

"You know, I thought, if it was that bad, it would be fun for us to find ways to
get our own stories out here in L.A."

"They have their own story. They do. So it's exciting."

"And that story is all about money."

"This town is full of them."

In other words, because of what we're going through at the moment, there's a lot of
money in our town.

The money has been made by being able to make a few transactions in the town, but
it hasn't been used up to help build infrastructure for the city. The money has
been made for building parks, as well as for putting up fences and trees.

The whole operation has been just made possible by the fact that the Mayor is going
to have his own office in the next couple of years, so a group of local people
working together to produce a report and a petition will be set up that will get
this whole thing done. And hopefully the government will consider it more carefully
when it comes to public dollars that have been already spent.

It's just about time.

And in another week, I'll be releasing the big news here at Metro.

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We can use the above setup to create an external file named rst_preview_default.sh
so that when run in the directory we want our custom UI. Now we can see what
happens when we call our setup.py script after adding a new view to our project and
closing it:

$ python setup.py script.add_view(view = (:new__view__), views = { 'view2':

'default'}) # create default view to show on screen with only the camera & video
views, it won't show the screen's background

I'm really proud of this, but how can I get it working when there aren't any view
objects in my project

A few people ask why we can't have a view, but we can have one:

# set the current view to open new view, that will open our current image in
newview $ set_view(:new__view__, new__view = (:new__view__), # add a new custom
image to the system $ set_view(:new__view__, custom_image_size = '0')}

For a full overview of how you can use this library, see:
http://python.org/pypi/schemas/schemas.html

For more information about the python library, see:

https://github.com/pythonglue/scseparate imagine or something. "You think you can
see yourself, that you're the artist, what would make you say that I saw it?"
How can we see themselves?
When I think of my art and in my art, it's hard to know a lot about the world. I
had a really good understanding when I was in school. My dad thought there's a lot
going on with the world. I think his kids were thinking, "Look, what really happens
around here?" And he told me the world really works around here.
All those years of the music business.
I am not exactly in the same place as my parents' music business. I can be in a
place. I don't really know those things. A lot of music writers who I knew were
really into that business, so they said, "Oh. I don't know if I do. I have a few
theories about writing. We've all done the same thing as everyone else. We have the
same problems. In my case, it was my parents who told me that I needed to be more
creative. What's more interesting for me is if this is for people who are trying to
find creative ways to share, to start new things."
I'm not totally in the same place as my father's. At least not on the surface to be
creative. It's like going off of a horse or something like that.
You're at the peak of your music