As much as I like to live, I always have to have a bit of plotting and lurking on the side.
For some reason, I find this... disturbing.
Abandoned GameBoy post box in the mountains of Shikoku, Kagawa, Japan
Until a year ago, spite was my strongest emotion, but I have managed to work on that.
"Ah I see, what you meant to say is you have upset my loose association of gossipers, busybodies and know-nothings who cannot tolerate criticism, and are ready to turn on each other the moment one of them steps a little bit out of the norm."
Please skip the "youre dividing the community" I don't care if its divided I dont want to share the room with someone who treats me as disposable
Goddamn it.
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In books, they also bring their friends back to reality if are suffering from The Complacency. It's a very specific type of guy.
I am a strong advocate of bringing back that guy who messes people's lives up just a little bit, especially if they have their priorities in the wrong order.
the voice of the devil
nice.
love me rod.
love me bulge.
love me trout.
fishing and proud
I have a desire to say unhinged things about the city council on the radio.
Not anything slanderous or unpleasant, I just want to be the sort of lady who confidently informs my local audience that the water utilities were originally funded by the sea people, who benevolently watch over us from under the drains, in our sprinkler systems and our faucets.
Y’know, give people a sense of security by confirming their suspicions that, yes, the sea people exist, and as the rumours have it, they have our backs and have been preventing things from getting much worse so far.
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