Here is wisdom explain to me if you can the parable

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Hereiswisdom: explain to me,ifyou can,the parable concerning the three brothers.
Homesick Paterson,LiveattheBlue Bannock,ThursoSo there was meandLafayetteMcNabthemonthbefore wetoreuptheWest Coast.They'dwarned us, mind: thiscunthadtriedtoroastevery button-boxthatplayed thedub-a five-row dude, they said. Wis he fuck:jist a half-a-dozen early Shand licksandthe same Scott Skinner riff if he got stuck.HisMahadpithis shed in wianaixandhe'dthe sort0puss ye'd never tire0hittin,butsharp threads:mohairminikilt, wee brogueswi leather tassles.'Mindif I sit in?'I looks overatMcNab.Heshrugs.Six numbers later, he'sonhis fifteenth choruso 'Kailyard Blues', gien itgeniusispain,eyes screwed shut, pretendin tae ignore us.SoEh'mgauntartancuin' the head back inwhen Lafayette stands up, leans over, flashesthis big neep gully fae his jacket, slashesthe boy's bellowsupthe middle -chiv posed,erseonstool before his hi-hat'sdosed.Meanwhile, he's still dyin0constipationbutthat'ssoon sorted -cos next big squeezehisboxis futterin like a coo's erse, wi the soon-effects tae match.Thehoose isonits knees.
Some axe, mind: a1SCustom Thunderbass,the'62,withtriple reedsandrhinestones.White as a sheet, he pits it in his furry caseandmarches oot. They huvnae seen him since.HighFives,'TaketheA-Road', then a break.So here's me heading fortheVladimirwhen I gets thiswaft0Consulate.'Hey...Hameseek . . .Sure enough, jist the weyEh'dleft her,nursin ahalf0Irn Bruandtequila,fannin herseldoonwi thePeople's Friend.'Lang time.'Nosae lang's Eh dinna mind.'Catgoatyer tongue? Ye were aye a queer-like fella...butwee man, dye ken, you were the best?''Sorry doll,' saysI.'Naerequests.'[22]
TheUndeadoLord, forgive himtheingratitude -butshould he celebrate their second leaseoflifetonight, rising bloodless as themoonabove the Travel Lodge -his blackharpzippedinside his one black wing -tohit the roadsagain, while she ridesoutthe night, walled upwith the corpseonthe settee, the dead phoneandthe frozen wristwatch, frightened as the wifealive again amongstherowngrave-goods?
BuggeryAt round about four monthsorso-the timeisgetting shorter -I lookdownas the face belowgoes sliding underwaterand though I know it's over withandsheismiles from meI stay a while to mine the earthfor what was lostatseaas if the faces of the drownedmightturnup in the harrow:hold me when I hold you downand plough the lonely furrow
God'sGifttoWomen'The man seems to be under the impression heisGod's gift towomankind:said Arthur. Cradling the enormous, rancid bunchofstock he had brought her, Mary reflected that the Holy Fathercould no more be depended upon to make an appropriate donationthan any other representativeofHis sex.

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