Ambiguous Green-lands and my hands shake to know I feel:
I am the Fuck Up.
By Destiny, whatever. I do nothing – go watch the discs I got on clearance they’re so old now and I’m 23.
Don’t like your groceries and produce? Well I grew the Mother Seeds in my backyard not even a decade ago; the tomatoes are great now and Sicilian..
The coffee took universal Accord the traditional to Asia_Expansive+ that grows Coffee, gets along with me bc I’ll fly out the Farm and help with anything. Especially when a Family wants to set up their cafe – show me your favorite way from the farm!!
Soaps, and lotions, and potions, I always wanted an Apothecary.
Now I have one that manages a Brand and bought my Competitor’s and still gave em a package and I choose theirs instead of my samples and big-boi-items-made-byen-mein.
Either way you love my Shit. – Stop complaining.
Your fucking convenience looks dismal to the Pony-Show I’ll take to Land, Sea, + Air just to make a new friend and get em home to the Native-Lands they’re craving so damn hard. [back around the LightStream Bend Again; it’s easy to lose time when I chase the Moon instead of the Sun. Lest’ taxing on the shadey-shadeys in the air above ground-solar-style.]
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Bitter-Bite of Freedom.
Charred Onions for Me. Almost
Sweet + Burnt; Savory, all-the-same.
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