Sometimes we do things to create a misplaced reason to a feeling deep inside that we are too afraid to face, in its true form. I've known this for a long time, yet sometimes need to remind myself of it and become aware, more aware.
Random Thought: I wonder how many days I've been a hikky now, I glanced out of the window first time in god knows how long and it has gone from autumn storms to 5cm of snow
I'm reading this contract and keep seeing "HMQ". I'm asking myself What the hell is HMQ?
I get to the end, the page with the signatories.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF the Parties have executed this agreement as of the date written.
HER MAJESTY THE QUEEN,
as represented by the Minister...
Oh. Ha ha.
the formless thing which gives things form!
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Originally Posted by Vasilisa
Hard to tell Wyoming and Colorado apart.
EDIT: I love the disclaimer.
Perfectly robust chickens
Run laps a lot
Pee on the garden
Leap over fences
Cock is a word for rooster
Hen is a type of chicken?
Kit kats are good
Nice chickens don't belong in the
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What would you pay for this sculpture? It sold for $100.9 million.
I'd pay about $200 for it. Maybe if I took a couple more art appreciation classes, I'd appreciate it more.
I am the light at the end of the tunnel.
I want to make Nietzsche understand compassion with my fists.
tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers
and you want to take her with you, to the hard land of the winter
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People that talk to much make me feel nauseous...
Taking a concept to it's logical end is rarely logical or relevant to the subject at hand.
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The human fart: Biofeedback mechanism or ...... just gross?
"i shut the door and in the morning
it was open
Olemn slammed his hammer and from the sparks on the metal of his anvil came the spheres of the heavens.
Sayrah blew life into the spheres and they moved. From her wheel she weaved the names of people in to mystery.