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my ducks? in a row. the elephant? addressed. my goose? cooked. my eggs? in several baskets. the bigger fish? fried.

i am forcibly removed from the zoo

The mighty hunter brought home a WHOLE MAMMOTH aren't you impressed?

i'm not into puppy "play". to me it's puppy serious.

Everyone loves me for my repetitive speech, my odd noises, my constant forgetfulness, and my repetitive speech

a billionaire can never be held accountable, therefore a billionaire must never make a management decision

i have a suggestion

forcefemming the billionaires won't help

sorry I thought you were someone else

I forget, is this the same fic as the one involving a hardball (which opposes softball) game that killed a bunch of people

Zelda Heritage Post (recertification)

no more situations i've had enough

You ever hear that old chestnut about how most people neglect the part of the story of Icarus where he also had to avoid flying too low, lest the spray of the sea soak his feathers and cause him to fall and drown? You ever think about how different the world would be if Icarus died that way instead? If the idiom was to Fly To Close To The Sea? A warning against playing it far too safe, about not stretching your wings and soaring properly? You ever think about how Icarus died because he was happy?

If I told you I wrote this while thinking about the dangers of being visibly trans vs never trying to transition at all, happiness followed by a bright, burning end, smacking hard against a concrete ocean vs playing it too safe and never flying high, dooming you to a cold, crushing end from drowning, You'd believe me, right?

“are u okay?” no i need more money