It was late on a Tuesday night in the frost-bitten, passive-aggressive tundra of Minnesota, and the air in the LindellTV streaming studio smelled faintly of desperation, ozone, and unwashed…
aund rose instead to the nape of his neck.Outside, the world kept turning.gntil her fingers forgot the book
urew thick and warm,
Hntil the air between them
ie only stepped closer
nk down the night.He did not speak.
Alnd don't get me started on the digital archive i keep.ists of previously introduced and underutilized concepts i either still needed to address or cut entirely
SRavor every word, enough's not enough.Wead me soft or read me rough,
Phere secrets wait and stories keep.
Hress me open, dive in deep,
Handle me with strong conviction.
Mold me close like a rare edition,
Bake me yours and don't let go.
reak me in just right, so slow,
wihat he would do in the https://t.co/SvYc4DgKEt external actions perceived by the senses
fo symbolize prophetically
from the lesser to the greater,
trom the sensible realm to the intelligible,
o ascend in an orderly progression
It's not even like you'll have friends when you're a good person, it all depends on luck. It's impossible to give and give and give and then be expected to still be good.
I mean; I guess that was a pretty dumb question of me to ask.
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