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…Well damn. I… will be sacing this bottle for special occasioms only.
Okay. I am going to lay down now. Its nice to have met you whisky anon.
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Yep. Maybe i had seen him on backpackks or smething at school bit even then i was just tryinf to get thdough the day and back to the woods.
Pretty sure the only timr i stayed late ever was to try weed at smoke vlub with… starlight? She convinced me. Bht after that i jhst… I jus kinda grew my own nexto the cabin.
Okay no more sips… done… i dunno how Paul does this…
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Idk man, I’m just being silly about it. Truth is, I didn’t know he was an agent when I met him. He was just Paul. So now he’s Agent Paul. Agent P. I didn’t really know about the platypus when I started calling him that.
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Wood Groove GameCube Controller
feel the grain of the control sticks help you do TAS-level inputs
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Vibrant Green Bamboo Stalks in Arashiyama Forest by Francois Flibotte
Via Flickr:
A serene and immersive view of towering green bamboo stalks, highlighting the natural beauty and tranquility of a bamboo forest in Arashiyama, Kyoto.
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Old, Unhappy, Far Off Things and New, Unwelcome and Very Close Things
I have not been well.
I don’t plan on going into detail as to what happened because that would both take a long time and would not be a productive or beneficial use of said time, especially since things have stabilized at this point. To dwell on the past is the job of my Goddess, as she is the repository of information for our world, it my task to look forward.
Samhain just passed and, while it is not the new year in our modern calendar, it was the new year in the Old Faiths, so I am treating it as such. With this new year, I will correct my failings from before and strive ever up the mountain of self-improvement, never attaining perfection but better for seeking it.
Goddess be praised, I did not make any permanent mistakes during this last time Belphegor jammed his icy fingers into my soul, but it was a much closer call than I’d prefer to think about.
I look forward to returning to this little corner of the internet and interacting with all of you again. I apologize for being so absent as of late.
May the Gods and Goddesses bless you all in this next turn of the Great Wheel.
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[Europa]
你们这些胆小鬼连可卡因都不会抽
gm. a soft wind blows…. :0
Jupitor will guide us: gelatinous rib . ! .
Unremarkable shells/ /spin & the rhythm is / /opposed
This rapid descent is revealing 🔮
The centipede thralls convulsing iridescent heat and bacteria, a crystalline architectural white dove, &
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Zho! Xi ziphyr Martyr for a dove of harps :0
Xeno can alter glitches in the diagram Yawls hybrid dissolution of telescope and anarchy, Flora synopsis of symposia (‘null’).
I’ll try and love everything more ! .
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Yip! Yip! The mirror of xylophone and subaltern love
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Persephone, oh maiden of vernal groves,
Come down to the dark realm below where every soul no longer roves
And bring joy and comfort by growing brilliance of your lord’s troves
That can never be seen in all the shallow coves.
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The Dance, 7th Day, Boccaccio’s Decameron
- Artist: Thomas Stothard (English, 1755–1834)
- Date: 1887
- Medium: Oil on copper
- Collection: Auckland Art Gallery, Auckland, New Zealand