![]() Towards the end of the night, as trucks rumbled The hidden crippled bird, the terrible web. #Quote by Julie Jamesĭrank from your sleeping flesh the deep stillĮnough to take from you waking, the peace of love. Meanwhile, the FBI waited for either a ransom demand or political statement from the so-called "Twitter Terrorist." But neither was forthcoming, as the Twitter Terrorist had no political agenda, already was worth millions, and had most inconveniently taken off to Tijuana, Mexico to get shit-faced drunk on cheap tequila being served by an eight-fingered bartender named Esteban. Panic and mayhem ensued as Twitter unsuccessfully attempted to counteract what it deemed the most sophisticated hijacking they'd ever experienced. ![]() Then, raging at the world that had devolved so much in civility that 140-character breakups had become acceptable, he shut down the entire network in a denial-of-service attack that lasted two days.Īnd so began the Great Twitter Outage of 2011. So he did what any pissed-off, red-blooded computer geek would do after catching his girlfriend giving an underwater blowjob to another man: he hacked into Twitter and deleted both the video and her earlier tweet from the site. Kyle worked in technology he knew it would only be a matter of time before the video of Daniela and the A-list actor went viral and spread everywhere. Ye gods, what do not attorneys and attorneys' clerks know in London! Nothing is hidden from their inquisition, and their families mutely rule our city. They talked about them over their pints of beer at their public-house clubs to other clerks of a night. The miserable poor devils knew all about his affairs. ![]() He did not see the sneer of contempt which passed all round the room, from the first clerk to the articled gents, from the articled gents to the ragged writers and white-faced runners, in clothes too tight for them, as he sate there tapping his boot with his cane, and thinking what a parcel of miserable poor devils these were. Higgs that Captain Osborne was waiting, in a fierce and patronizing way, as if the pekin of an attorney, who had thrice his brains, fifty times his money, and a thousand times his experience, was a wretched underling who should instantly leave all his business in life to attend on the Captain's pleasure. George meanwhile, with his hat on one side, his elbows squared, and his swaggering martial air, made for Bedford Row, and stalked into the attorney's offices as if he was lord of every pale-faced clerk who was scribbling there. ![]() From the beginning, God is Father, Son and Spirit, and from the beginning, this God has determined not to exist without us. There is no other God, no other will of God, no second plan, no hidden agenda for human beings. This is the one, eternal and abiding reason for the existence of the universe and human life within it. The amazing truth is that this Triune God, in staggering and lavish love, determined to open the circle and share the Trinitarian life with others. Before time dawned and space was called to be, before the heavens were stretched out and filled with a sea of stars, before the earth was summoned and filled with people and life and endless beauty, before there was anything, there was the Father, Son and Spirit and the great dance of Trinitarian life. The gospel begins here with this God and with this divine life, for there is no other. ![]() Such love, giving rise to such togetherness and fellowship, overflows in unbounded joy, in infinite creativity and unimaginable goodness. The Trinitarian life is a life of unchained fellowship and intimacy, fired by passionate, self-giving love and mutual delight. There is no emptiness in this circle, no depression or fear or angst. The life that God lives as Father, Son and Spirit is not boring and sad and lonely. ![]()
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