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The titmouse-singer is having fun
Winter is already here. And the holidays are coming soon. For all the little animals who don't sleep. The most important holiday of the year is New Year's. It's coming soon. The titmouse isn't sleeping. She's jumping from branch to branch. And doing her usual winter things. Visiting the squirrels. And the crows. And playing with them.
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Surround yourself with people who are good for your mental health.🌿🍃
A New Zealand zoo encloses visitors in a cage truck and travels around the place with free animals
What Everyone Should Learn From Star Wars Battlefront II
There are several lessons for all sides to take away from Star Wars Battlefront II. Publishers need to learn to listen and not be so gung-ho about doing things designed to exploit their consumer base. Yes they need to make a profit, but what good are absurd profits if one destroys their relationship with their consumers?
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http://www.hardcoregamer.com/2017/11/19/what-everyone-should-learn-from-star-wars-battlefront-ii/279888/
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Feeling For What’s Not There
You’re drawn into these little love letters I write; you draw yourself into the black spots between the words, your visage, your shifting physicality, haunting the shadows my text makes on the page.
I remember you; we haven’t met yet, but I know how you sweat and taste. That’s a little secret I carry with me into the dawn. I learned it from listening very carefully, very closely to everything you didn’t realize you were saying.
I’m not the kind of boy you want to hold tight; I’m the kind of feeling you fight off, like when you’re too busy to acknowledge the pangs of hunger. You feel that soft rumbling around your hips and finger-tips? That’s where I’m living right now, in the empty places where you wish I was.
This is the poem of fire that gets eaten up by the flame. What could be more perfect, like a closed loop of logic. I wish only that I could be so consistent, but I’m not like the fire, I’m ash on the wind. A smudge on your fingerprints, a scent that you almost recognize.
Reaching for you now. You know exactly. how
I feel.
