And Yet in the Ongoing Negotiations Between the World Where I Hold My Daughter and Famine, Bombings, Hate, Prosperity — Two Notes, Octaves Apart Attenuate What's Hidden Inside Your Body to the Invisible
The glaucoma medicine that's saved me from eye surgery (or rather, delayed my eye surgery) makes me always look like I'm stoned, I wish sometimes, but no. I do plan on visiting a Legal Weed Store in Michigan since I now own property three miles from one if and when I ever see the property I own in Michigan.
Self-negotiation with that effing whale novel have re-opened, will I agree to skip the sections of human torturing whales to death to get to where the whale kills the humans?
Separate self-negotiations between *two* Ishs, the one above, the other who wrote Klara
Self-negotiation with the effing tablets on-going, for now until it's not it's here and pOj, complete fuck it at pOj, not complete fuck it here, the fuck is wrong with me.
Self-negotiation with disc golf crawling, I have not thrown plastic at metal baskets since plague's inception, 9/10ths hike first with Earthgirl over parking Roc, doink putt, 1/10th first hike with Earthgirl (Dr Z emailed two days ago, Seneca is a muddy mess and Dietles has been ordered to serve food).
Self-negotiation on this longest sustained manic uptick I honestly can remember is complete, fuck it, I'm riding it out.
Fleabus the best cat ever. I may get to hug the person who gave me the phone case in April. I got Doctor Sevrin ears.
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Russian singer and songwriter Vladimir Vysotsky (1938-1980) mentions fladry in his famous song "Wolf Hunt" (Russian: Охота на волков; 1968). Fladry is used here as a symbol of treacherous attitude of hunters toward the animals, but it may be understood as a metaphor of the stance of powers-that-be toward the people of free spirit. The "Wolf Hunt" was one of the most famous songs in the USSR during the 1970s.
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Ye live not for yourselves; ye cannot live for yourselves; a thousand fibres connect you with your fellow-men, and along those fibres, as along sympathetic threads, run your actions as causes, and return to you as effects.
actual author: Henry Melvill, 1798-1871