Adventurous Couple.
You sit behind me and diddle-daddle on whatever
mirrored – devices you have.
The Sappio King sapphic for the dime-bell 8-bit machine.
Ready to Moderate the survival-elite with proposed hostility that just won’t die. -but the Mobs do-
We went from a wharf, I was too scared to cross a boat in a stream.
A tamed 13-heart Black Beaute of a Horse sits across from the dockside.
There’s witches and creepers and the enderman keep fucking with my blocks.
The undead crawl out the ravines.
Just to keep chopping down the oak and leaving the Birch babies.
My favorite foliage navines.
I saw a Witch looking lonesome as I carved out stone of the side of the mountain by the Sea as we watched Sun-rise 16 blocks apart in distance.
Open-deep-sea fishing from the cliff earlier that day and I chopped down into it because it was a 6 hop jump from the free-range farm and up the tree-house I built of spontaneity.
A sky fortress to look at miles high of red-rock ever illuminated by every sunset.
And go scouting for coal that is rreallly the only hard part of venturing all day long. Torch-game-coutoure.
Some days I just fish and everyday of days now, I get over a 16 from the chickadees.
Planted some pretty flowers.
And a magenta-dyed bed waits for the wharf.
And I’ll have cakes soon when the bread and what nourish to supply.
Cod and Melon does just fine.
Even in virtuals – pescetarian at best even before the-above-ground farms were built.
There are Two Sheep happily in lockup in a cave looking out at the jungle river cliff I first dug,
desperate bc I sheared their wool for a bed and then many others and now there’s almost 4.
I’ll go back and find a cat because the brown wolf already comes around though I had nothing to give him to Tame (doesn’t need to be.)
White, white, brown, magenta + more waiting.
I could’ve made them red with roses but mistook them for poppies and daises for sunflowers. dThen eventually a Panda Fortress of Bamboo in the Mountains.
Many only branches of Biomes planned and tucked away for 3 and a half months.
Curing glass for skylights.
Your old Survival Guides of Pen-names run through my mind..
And I don’t mud-run from witches unless they want to attack me and I retreat up the treehouse again – soon the wharf will be built in Granite and Birch.
I got plenty of sappies for a whole curated-Forest to supply.
Maybe one day soon I’ll have iron tools and get inter-dimensional in glowstone power sconced pedestals.
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Virtual Underground Mine-Branching
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Let’s see what’s up to today.
We got chickadees to check on!
Free-range. B)
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