I just realized that the two comic book characters i chose for my background both have Death(each in their perspective universes) as their significant other, as their infatuation per say. Not like me, as i understand myself, but i found that funny.
Having undergone a bit more study of Remote Viewing, one wonders that should i go and learn how to focus it, if it could prove to be as useful as the Magical Radar one finds in so many videogames...
And thats what it is, this thing that I have. This thing in my possession, of mine. OK, self-repetance isn't necessary, but so utterly poetic. Ha ha! Seriously, the few of you reading this (besides the Random Passersby) should know of what i speak. And its not weird stuff appearing on my bathroom wall (zing!)
I sure miss having a guitar....i should remedy this malady soon-a-dy. ??! Well its a word now love-muffin, and there ain't hills o beans you can do about it. Tasty. Speaking of foodstuffs, I shall never eat at a place called Leroy's 24hr Diner ever again, lest I feel the need to have food poisoning and pooping out all my innards. I felt as if i were doing an interpretive dance to the word "purge" all day, besides the sleeping. Ah well.
I wish there was a font called "cougar". I think it would add some weight to this text. Perpahs make it seem as to pounce off the page? Oooo, slap me!
Off to read about skinwalker ranches. Anyone seen Thor's Hammer laying around?
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You can't ZING! something like that, jackass. It's not offensive, or telling, or comical (when you think about it's possible origins); it simply is (uncontrolable), and therefore, no ZING! is required.
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