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I guess anything ought to be fair game. I say so after experiences expressly designed to drive men bonkers. They entail rabbit holes. They know their cute noses and twitches and whiskers are explicitly irresistible. Thank someone managing the Universe … Continue reading

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pound and pound and pound

fires require around two to three hours to adequately heat the abstraction machines and they get testy; switch in a flash to frosty when Impatience barges in to ask how are things. So it’s best to fix a breakfast; converse … Continue reading

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oh how insidious

I know very well the treachery that takes the form of a harmless-looking detour, like a natural branch, feels like it conforms perfectly to the personality and the direction, and the scenery does the trick with lush foliage colored like … Continue reading

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more learning

I think the idea is to make stuff – poems, stories, books, designs, etc – that you would like to read, have, wear…. for the writing stuff, it’s no problem for me to read what I like to read, but … Continue reading

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I think the idea is to try and make stuff that the maker would love to have – and I’m pretty sure I wish I could afford to grab this shirt or this one

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2014 #220

well we are all animals, except our codes and laws we write and publish and thus imagination may save many from victimization, prosecution, execution, and fawns may go ahead and purify and pretty themselves for church which in a moment … Continue reading

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the other night when a loved one and I shared suds at the local terrace we got into my theory about liking what one does or how to figure out what one really likes. After coming as close as I … Continue reading

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