Wednesday, November 13, 2024
Cheetah, Papyrus, and an Afterlife with Black Coffee.
Do you want to translate or should I? My mummy used to sleep at the science museum. Even the ancient ones were interested in speed. I would never want to spend my whole life building a pyramid or tomb for someone. These days it seems life is split between online and offline life, a harmonious schizo-conditioning. One or the other will win out eventually. It comes down to stimulation. No one should attempt to swallow or understand all the medicine. As a reference it is utilitous. I'm looking for seasonal work to earn a few $ to spend on someone new. I hope for a stoic and slightly interesting holiday season. At least try for peace once this season or the sand might catch Houdini on camera obscura.
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