Originality? They Don’t Pay Me For That
Many moons and not more than eight suns ago, an old witch told me that I was angry with the world. For the most part, I pretend not to be. I keep my arable pasture face on, though deep down I’m a spewing turbulent spinning ball of hot lava, desperately trying not to explode. According […]
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