Nice days and dreams

You know in the end of it, viagra it, once you see this beauty of some random day that is for the people who somehow have gotten ahold of a plane, and get to just go somewhere as they wish with a view that can feel just better and occupies one creating a holiday when there is none is hard to see as a waste, and something to destroy.

If only there had been one of these little airports near my home that I could have ridden my bicycle to, my private dreams could have been realized without any help. I could have done it all on my own.

It is unbearable to me to imagine and then see for real no love for this place. I think it was a gift of a philosopher. It had been a dump you know. The philosophy department sold it.

For one of the pilots at least it was his place to just find and take control of his destiny different from the plan to become a dentist. Of course whatever it was that he thought he was going to get from becoming a dentist went gone as he just became the pilot.

In fact the nation needs pilots of its own who are not just part of the military apparatus. There are these honorable pilots who fly civilians around doing civilian things. They never speak up because they like to keep quiet unless with their own kind.

You wonder what could really be the cause of this plan to destroy this little airport. Well it is a land grab for the benefit of developers given some sort of unparalleled power to make the cathedral.

Mostly I am just sharing the picture.