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    October 6th, 2024
    Roswell Diner-Dens: The apples don’t reveal their sugar until they get a bit of coffee in their system. Then they stick and burn and complain, then more coffee.

    Every Sunday for 33 years it felt like. I think I still help out if I sleep in somehow…😴😴πŸ˜ͺ🫨 The craze for ABS Pancakes has commenced. Been craving fruit and so much fruit for autumnal spice indeed. The circulatory system and immunity of poor+born on farm at the river.

    Relinquishes, in trust.

    Some people only get a fresh apple and cup of black coffee for breakfast everyday.. it’s still the good stuff around even if it’s cooked. And somehow,

    ‘The Special Stuff”☺️

    Always gonna crave what you grew up on. Or the norm before it all started changing.

    Sitting down eating our first packaged bags of Lays‘ that finally came out of Texas that Edward was able to manage and finally completed building and maintenance along with ice cream and soda pops and juice boxes.. the chips were my own goal. Blue Bonnets scattered until they meet the lilies at the field of the entrance.

    And the originals, are still my favorite. 

    Old School + Antisocial to Autistic and Always/ADHD. 

    The SuperIntelligent Educated  Contractor Blue Collar Familianean that we always have been.. Scientists and now have Degress with No Mirrors or Plaques…

    This old school eating shit has been suiting us well.

    And in pt shirt more like blouse than t-shirt..I finally recognize myself with body and waist of t-shirt tucked: Marine.

    It’s like we did well for it and I’m the youngest of the Leaders and Stardust 2nd enTowed. (Even if I’m not formally attached, they respect me as “”‘Matriarch’”*” even if Gregory always wins in every–end.

    How cool.

    Scented Senior Citizens.

    In Apple Mash Scent

    And I haven’t even put cinnamon yet.

    Ur getting nutmeg, and clove (no one fight… The jonwizzleslainghposrphjzachwthdalwatzatasm.ycooksuoerviroreanospectreualanueianceinaszchtsldaylz y TimeththraanthoCookery.. want it. And Im making it and require. It.) yes.

    NO SUBSTITUTIONS ON ABS SUNDAY IF YOU STARVED THURS-SAT AND COOKED EVERYDAY.

    03:21.. and Westside Gunn has rolled out and toiled after Betelgeuse taunted in Norradhalancdidxchinge

    4x but 3 complete.

    “No one likes apples or flies, what’s wrong with em? They make everything work in succession.’

    ‘some people don’t aim to succeed to move on get down with their demons. Like the connotations of those associations, Johnny.

    πŸ˜¬πŸ˜πŸ˜„πŸ˜˜πŸ˜ at least you pay attention, Samanthantha. You heard about Samwhinean before?

    Pls, you inspired a name and I was not there on accord. But helped clean up, unfortunately.

    Gregory hasn’t left me alone since.

    And now the whole family

    And Dale & Harold admit they’re not one person.

    Have you been confused by a twin?

    Act now.

    Pomade changed the game on curly or straight and now uh

    Everyone’s back to silver or black in hair tone.

    And suddenly

    It’s not grey.

    That’s shadow on the lights of your locks.

    And my part has never been

    Whsishalamadered.

    The Apples are Burning!


    2 black bananas in a bag in the fridge but not the bananas I used for the westereoues cake (one more midnight wakeup day left!) Waiting on the batter. Working the apples mashleain and I macerated strawberries and left them in a hersheiexpress mug and gallon baggie. perfect or do I just hide..for Sunday 2:14am start on breakfast πŸ˜ŽπŸ‰πŸ₯·πŸ»πŸ§˜πŸ»β€β™€οΈπŸ§™πŸ»β€β™€οΈ

    ‘If you can blow a jug,

    ”I can spit where I want.

    Struffelsein oraain ABS poursant??;!?

    +++ (I wrote the haiku before…now after the “aPleazxzAins bUrhurnInggGG what dou means by thisxAoneahs.””

    just needed a stir + lil crushed ice and dash of rimmed water.

    New Water Heater.

    Trevi Fountain Jump-Bolstered

    can tack a bath+shower.

    Legs not tired,

    And my hair, ohS

    So

    Lush.

    Before I retired and ate

    The strawberries 3x in my sleep

    And I laid for what I thought a nap

    And that was

    9 hours.

    Repetitive dream I’ve seen before.

    Why don’t you wake up?

    00:54am.

    In every face and facet

    And in all the personnel recognizable

    One man left standing

    In the middle of the fences, the sign, and 4 corners. In-between + Blocked.

    I didn’t walk the trail.

    I woke up

    And now I’m making ABS Pancakes

    I mentioned 3 months ago

    For Sunday Morn

    Thinking about Roswell.

    Kismet, indeedzeain.

    Uehalsdkwaincracingainazatchainqkahan.ean.

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