
The woosh of all wooshes?
Blood rain, giblets, and warm bullet casings
Mild, sharp, and sharper cheese tastings
Metal dudes shredding their taut guitar strings
These are a few of my favorite things
The woosh of all wooshes?
The path to get there would be a pretty big downside. Some of us would say worth it, but that’s a privileged position and likely one we’d regret. Big time rock and a hard place energy.
Some of us are though
It makes horrible looking bust art based on this thumbnail.
Here’s a secret: the left path doesn’t exist. I have a great job that I love the actual work of. But people and bullshit beyond the minutiae get in the way and make me unhappy. I suspect every job is like that, I cannot fathom anything that isn’t. I imagine any answer to the contrary is backed up by independent wealth or outside funding. But please prove me wrong. Give me hope.
Same. Never would have occurred to me to describe the onomatopoeia that way.
Tell your old man to drag the shrieking Maimer and the nudge up and down the court for 48 minutes.
We’re never should have fallen to two parties like Washington and other founders warned against.