THE PRIVATE LIFE OF WILBERFORCE WINDCHEATER (SYNOPSIS)

Wilberforce Malcolm Windcheater is a baby boom nerd. Mollycoddled by mother, frowned upon by father, and looked upon as an embarrassment by elder sister.
Grace Jemima Windcheater was conceived on VE night, and displays the drama and magnitude of her day of creation throughout her life – leaving behind a trail of broken hearts, empty wallets, imprisonment and death.

A Franck Muller Watch is alive and well

The following is a paraphrasing of an old tale written by an anonymous writer

THE TALE OF THE OGRE THAT NEVER DIES

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there was a village that was tormented by a huge and ugly ogre. Everyday, the ugly ogre would go down to the village from his home in the mountain and take away the villagers' food and other belongings. Those who resist were either killed or swallowed alive.

Kerala is a small state in Southwestern India lying in between the Western Ghats and the Arabian Sea. It is one of India's most popular tourist destinations and has recently been included in the National Geographic Traveler magazine's "50 Places of a Lifetime" and "10 Paradises of the World".

Where did I start, well it began with myself to overcome the name calling the unwanted suspect looks,
I wanted to start and do a committed diet, but all I did was read many magazines, internet literature and books.

I didn’t action the task of starting a well worth diet for many years, I just let my inner self be defeated and let go.
Temptation got the better of me, the nice alluring things to eat in life won me over every time, I could never just say no.

*It may have taken me several years to overcome and give up smoking, this bad unwanted influencing habit,
I didn’t see through the clogging smoke the sense that I know now, I’m so glad that I’m no longer a smoker.
*Trust me when I say that its hard to give up the addiction, the comfort stick, it’s an achievement that I’ve done it,
Now I see how it inconvenienced the non-smokers, the innocent and the bystanders, it was an overwhelming choker.
*Such an addiction dismissed your life slowly away, it was a silent destroyer, it is just a social comforter quick fix,

CROSS THE BRIDGE

When the crunch of your life’s path becomes cluttered with fear, confusion and disappear we excel our mind to anxiety,
Hope enables us to have a growing seed of a life line, such inspiration is a time to be bold, stand upright to walk and cross the bridge.

We must search for our self secrets of hope within, open our mind and heart to the hero we can find in our living sole society,
Sometimes a river flows but yet it stands still and doesn’t breath. In order to cross it we need to take the lonely path to cross the bridge.

gramphoneshane plays his vinyl. A Lump of Cole for Memorial Day
May 25, 2009.

“I thought it would be hot in here,” I told his secretary, ahem, executive assistance. “That’s what everybody thought, but no,” she replied. She is one of the most attractive women I have ever seen (if she is a person). Her full, pink, pouty lips are like beckoning me to kiss them. I remained standing in front of her desk, admiring her beautiful cleavage. She looked up to me and smiled. I immediately got a hard on. Not wanting her to think I am a maniac, I turned around, took a seat, and patiently waited for my name to be called.

A Barroom Story III