All uterences 'under blindfold, sack-cloth, zip-tie bindings or other veil-ages R ur harbinger cries fr Antioch's well-timed arched bomb. *surgical precision++
@dissidentwest Dude here in this small town was screaming at someone on the phone when I interrupted.
I needed a new down-stem but he kept trying to sell me a crack pipe/pizio. Not a family dispensary in Helotes, Texas(San Antonio)
@OMApproach If cryptography gave a solution to the “double messenger” problem then maybe quantum efforts might undermine it all by pressing signals back into the “past”? Scifi till it’s not. Monaco here we come!
Candace is obviously fine
This whole thing was twice as weird because Candace, as far as I’m aware doesn’t know Lilly?
And her family certainly wouldn’t have reached out to Lilly Gaddis of all people 🤣🤣🤣
So put the tin foil in the microwave because this shit was WEIRD.
@sakebu_cheese_ Departments of Fish & Wildlife would take you if you promise not to do drugs on the hatchery grounds. (It’s a lose contract but still..)
Stateside, a gas station. I drank a frozen blue beverage too quickly, and was struck down by a punishment this entire nation knows, and accepts, and has named.
The drink is called a slush. Ice, sweetness, and a blue that does not occur in nature. The day was hot. I was thirsty. I drank like a soldier at a river.
The pain arrived in my skull like a war horn.
Behind the eyes. Above everything. Total. I gripped the roof of my car. I may have made a sound.
"Brain freeze," said the cashier through the door, with no urgency whatsoever.
It has a NAME. The affliction is so common it has a household name, like a cousin.
"Tongue on the roof of your mouth," called a man at the pumps. He did not look over. He prescribed the remedy mid-pump, casually, the way one mentions weather.
I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. The war horn faded. The healer nodded at his pump, finished, and was gone in a Chevrolet.
In my land, punishment follows crime by way of courts and seasons. Here, the sentence is instant. Drink with greed, and the ice strikes the mind directly. No trial. No appeal. Perfectly fair.
And here is what moves me. EVERYONE has felt it. The cashier. The healer. Children. Elders. An entire nation united by the same small lightning, all taught the same cure, all passing it on to strangers at gas stations, free of charge.
You cannot fully distrust a country once you know it shares one pain.
The freeze does not punish thirst. It punishes haste.
I finished the slush slowly, like a scholar. Blue tongue. Clear mind.
Then at the door I forgot everything, drank deeply, and was struck down again.
"Tongue, hon," said the cashier, without looking up.
Discipline is a journey.
@gadzookz To get a license you've got to Lie to your Sense.
WTF Texas politicians are greedy.
Guess the License:
Application Fee: $7,356
Initial License Fee (2-year period): $488,520
Biennial Renewal License Fee: $318,511
Registration Fee (original and renewals): $530
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