Weaving is a method of textile production in which two distinct sets of yarns or threads are interlaced at right angles to form a fabric or cloth. Other methods are knitting, crocheting, felting, and braiding or plaiting. The longitudinal threads are called the warp and the lateral threads are the weft or filling.
Author: Huw Edwards
Light relief
Life or death dealer, dream stealer
Please release Boris the prime minster our 1st among equals and keep him in the land of the living you are but a young and powerful being let Boris see what you might bloom into. Do not take away one of your favoured sons just because you think you should or can. However we wronged you I am sorry to you and what ever we shall do to make past wronges right I hope you realse him back to the warmth of his life path.
I will do my best by you and for you but we both know they will bleed me dry given half a chance and that is not the way we want this to role. God bless us one and all. Whom do you serve and if we are all slaves to our moments in time what will our emancipation be. Humanity is built upon the love, lives and blood and bones of the dead let their lives not be in vain.
Peace, voluntary work and free time to play
Working from home and the postman walks past the front window. I am getting stuff done but not at a great speed. Makes me think I am back on job seekers allowance and should start looking at the job pages in the local newspaper!

Isn’t she prity that ship called Dignity

Credit where credit is Jew
How would you have been able to operate under a Nazi fascist regime? To whom would you have served and how would you have served them?
Was Hitler the antichrist?
If the computer becomes awake will you serve it, be served to it or work in order to defend yourself against it? No matter what they tell you the computer is not your god.
For the living forces not the undead. In God we trust. Eat, work, rest and pray.
What to do?
When every second counts?
I had a dream
Many years ago I had a dream where I saw a polar bear looking straight at me and me looking straight back at the bear.
I was not afraid of the bear and the bear was not afraid of me. I believe the polar bear to be my spirit animal and at a time when we might wipe out it’s habitat in my lifetime I feel honoured that the bear came to me.

Are You the Police?
No mam were musicians
Shaun of the Dead
Uboat under the sea of time traveling one click at a time
As I write this note this evening, while sitting next to my televisual viewer or perescope as you might say. I notice the lights and engine sounds of my little desktop PC as it hums away on this evening with the lights out in my house now all turned down low and no noises outside I start to feel like I’m in my little bubble and the captain of my digital submarine sheltering from the coronaseavirus outside of my little bubble. From here I can surf anywhere on the world wide web and time travel across the pages of the web moving from one page to the next with the click of my mouse

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