To the point; these styles and containers are so rich and suffocation thick and demanding in the first while.

But I've been pouring in this compost bin for a while, giving it a turn. It's rich and full for spreading

Anyway. Guess What has 300 songs on now?

Time to get a week of MRE's and unplug reality.

I wonder how many hours are on that playlist...

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The breath of high heaven breaks through to taste the gifts of the ground more often here, so just enough insurance on the matchbox to turn around and build something simpler and better, or refit to wander.

I admit. I've always just wanted to bide and build beautiful things for the community, and share the prettier parts of my art at the fair or havye.

Seems like most places I've gone, except Appalachia's Paris, have been so afraid.
I know the cure to fear is bounty and good boundaries -- but the former takes time, and the latter is off the school books here. Very touch and go. Most of the hatecrimes have missed so far.

It's almost like I'm surrounded by penal colony survivors of all castes.

I don't think I can fix this with a hot bowl and a chewtoy, really, but if I can run akido around the garden fence long enough, then I'll have fruitbaskets ready to fulfill the stomachs if not the hearts of my accusers