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For all your timeline food related needs

I love my parents.
I’m at work late. I turn around and the arizona rain hit. Its raining sideways the wind is howling and moaning and my car is in the farthest reaches of the parking lot.
and my parents of all people drive up and help me to my car.
I don’t deserve them.

I love my parents.
I’m at work late. I turn around and the arizona rain hit. Its raining sideways the wind is howling and moaning and my car is in the farthest reaches of the parking lot.
and my parents of all people drive up and help me to my car.
I don’t deserve them.

I was a dead star shone red into the infinite dark I bled
A dying city my inhabitants long dead
maintenance kept me just shy of that envied flat-line
My roots dug deep
your branches mixed with mine and my roots together entwine with thee and thine
Until I could no longer tell were you me?
Or was I mine?
Did I bleed out? Or did you bleed in?
A death that lasted yet was not mine
But was thee and thine
Here at the end
Time’s Den
To see with Dead and Dying sight
A strange mix of you and me
and through thine blooded light
A stranger’s might.
Impossibly bright.
Beginning.
 

I was a dead star shone red into the infinite dark I bled
A dying city my inhabitants long dead
maintenance kept me just shy of that envied flat-line
My roots dug deep
your branches mixed with mine and my roots together entwine with thee and thine
Until I could no longer tell were you me?
Or was I mine?
Did I bleed out? Or did you bleed in?
A death that lasted yet was not mine
But was thee and thine
Here at the end
Time’s Den
To see with Dead and Dying sight
A strange mix of you and me
and through thine blooded light
A stranger’s might.
Impossibly bright.
Beginning.
 

I was a dead star shone red into the infinite dark I bled
A dying city my inhabitants long dead
maintenance kept me just shy of that envied flat-line
My roots dug deep
your branches mixed with mine and my roots together entwine with thee and thine
Until I could no longer tell were you me?
Or was I mine?
Did I bleed out? Or did you bleed in?
A death that lasted yet was not mine
But was thee and thine
Here at the end
Time’s Den
To see with Dead and Dying sight
A strange mix of you and me
and through thine blooded light
A stranger’s might.
Impossibly bright.
Beginning.
 

Note to self check the weather before going on the nightly jog.
Barely a mile in and I get blindsided with a duststorm. Good old AZ
Where grit and sand get into places they were never meant to go

Note to self check the weather before going on the nightly jog.
Barely a mile in and I get blindsided with a duststorm. Good old AZ
Where grit and sand get into places they were never meant to go

Note to self check the weather before going on the nightly jog.
Barely a mile in and I get blindsided with a duststorm. Good old AZ
Where grit and sand get into places they were never meant to go

http://easydamus.com/alignmenttest.html
Alignment Tests are fun.

http://easydamus.com/alignmenttest.html
Alignment Tests are fun.

It’s so damn nice to be writing again after such a long-assed drought. 

Penultimate chapter of Ghoulneedle completed.
*crosses fingers* Please let the finale flow

Penultimate chapter of Ghoulneedle completed.
*crosses fingers* Please let the finale flow

Dreams are weird. This thing could rupture universes by will alone and cause stars to supernova by looking at them.
Its galaxies were breathtaking works of art. Somehow it knew I pitied it and that pity was an insult. For all its power it just didn’t have that spark required for life. Like having all the ingredients for a recipe but still somehow missing a vital component. Sorta like wanting to make a pizza but not having an oven.
It said life was pointless but I’ve never known the answer so inherently.
I said the point of life was to live. That it had no right to insult even a single living cell. Since they just by existing were doing what they were meant to.
Its worlds were beautiful. In a sad sorta away for the one thing they all had in common was that they were devoid of life and always would be. It is the height of tragedy that all that beauty and breathtaking views were for it and it alone. And I couldn’t help but pity it.

Dreams are weird. This thing could rupture universes by will alone and cause stars to supernova by looking at them.
Its galaxies were breathtaking works of art. Somehow it knew I pitied it and that pity was an insult. For all its power it just didn’t have that spark required for life. Like having all the ingredients for a recipe but still somehow missing a vital component. Sorta like wanting to make a pizza but not having an oven.
It said life was pointless but I’ve never known the answer so inherently.
I said the point of life was to live. That it had no right to insult even a single living cell. Since they just by existing were doing what they were meant to.
Its worlds were beautiful. In a sad sorta away for the one thing they all had in common was that they were devoid of life and always would be. It is the height of tragedy that all that beauty and breathtaking views were for it and it alone. And I couldn’t help but pity it.

Dreams are weird. This thing could rupture universes by will alone and cause stars to supernova by looking at them.
Its galaxies were breathtaking works of art. Somehow it knew I pitied it and that pity was an insult. For all its power it just didn’t have that spark required for life. Like having all the ingredients for a recipe but still somehow missing a vital component. Sorta like wanting to make a pizza but not having an oven.
It said life was pointless but I’ve never known the answer so inherently.
I said the point of life was to live. That it had no right to insult even a single living cell. Since they just by existing were doing what they were meant to.
Its worlds were beautiful. In a sad sorta away for the one thing they all had in common was that they were devoid of life and always would be. It is the height of tragedy that all that beauty and breathtaking views were for it and it alone. And I couldn’t help but pity it.

Dreams are weird. This thing could rupture universes by will alone and cause stars to supernova by looking at them.
Its galaxies were breathtaking works of art. Somehow it knew I pitied it and that pity was an insult. For all its power it just didn’t have that spark required for life. Like having all the ingredients for a recipe but still somehow missing a vital component. Sorta like wanting to make a pizza but not having an oven.
It said life was pointless but I’ve never known the answer so inherently.
I said the point of life was to live. That it had no right to insult even a single living cell. Since they just by existing were doing what they were meant to.
Its worlds were beautiful. In a sad sorta away for the one thing they all had in common was that they were devoid of life and always would be. It is the height of tragedy that all that beauty and breathtaking views were for it and it alone. And I couldn’t help but pity it.

I get to put creamcheese maker on my resume before my book. Life is truly weird.

Wishing @Melrick the very best of birthdays, and many, many more!    

Wishing the lovely @pittwitch the very happiest of birthdays!     

Comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.