I Require Help

[PhuturePriest]

I'm feeling terribly lonely today. Someone needs to fix this. That means you.

[Mary's Child]

Hmmm maybe chat with someone on Facebook I dont know.

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[Brother Vinny]

Hrm.  Are you sure this isn't a God-given moment of loneliness, designed for you to seek satisfaction in Him?

 

Or are you really just bored?

[PhuturePriest]

Hrm.  Are you sure this isn't a God-given moment of loneliness, designed for you to seek satisfaction in Him?

 

Or are you really just bored?

 

There's pretty much no one to talk to, however, I did finally find someone to annoy on Facebook chat. :P

[Brother Vinny]

There's pretty much no one to talk to, however, I did finally find someone to annoy on Facebook chat. :P

 

Feel free to seek me out on Facebook:

 

https://www.facebook.com/brother.vinny

[Lil Red]

i have yard work to be done. you could help.

[PhuturePriest]

i have yard work to be done. you could help.

 

I would if I could, trust me.

[Era Might]

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear. 
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
Resembling sire and child and happy mother,
Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
   Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,
   Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none.'

 

[PhuturePriest]

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear. 
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
Resembling sire and child and happy mother,
Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
   Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,
   Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none.'

I have no clue what any of that means, but it sounds nice.