I have a field that's rutted up purdy good. I don't know what caused it. Hogs or the rain, but the ruts are kinda rolling. How do I level this field without adding topsoil? Is there a way? Have tractor. Many implements. Would get others if it seems like it'd work.
...and that's warrant-less tapping of minors under the age of 15! Anyone thinking swedes are reasonable (like how they handled covid), guess again. The land of Greta and mass imported niggers has come up with this:
"Now, the government is proposing that children who are not criminally liable should be able to be wiretapped, both when they are being investigated for crimes and also for preventive purposes – that is, without concrete suspicion of a crime."
I don't recall the method that we attained time travel. It was just some perspective swapping. But suddenly we were forced to see the world as it is, which is like a soup of time. I felt that we were rearranging the past to be honest.
Whatever's happening, cynicism and nihilism are not the answer to it. Laughter is a pretty good answer to it. Honesty - that one's a no-brainer. I am going to be quite honest today and I have a microphone. Some people are taking a microdose of mushrooms and I think I might eat some of that before I get on the mic. I don't know but I definitely don't want to fall short of living today. Even my costume - you ought to be prepared for the photographs that are taken, not for the people that are there. You want to look at the photograph in 10 years and go wow I was obviously very alive.
I still struggle with writing and talking to other writers about their writing. What can I tell them except write for eternity. Write as if it is being etched into stone slabs. Otherwise what are you writing for? Money? And what's the money for? So you can live falsely some more? So you can go around being oh about 80% honest and think thats pretty good?
I think this world is a little different than we discuss here. I feel like Alice in Wonderland over here fellas.
I think I'm going to play it innocent on the mic when the mushrooms kick in "I don't know what this fella gave me. He said it was mushrooms but it looked like chocolate all I know is I feel great! Why am I covered in all these damn clothes? You ever wonder that? Oh there goes the pants. So long pants!"
And then later you realize no one was on the same mystical Journey as you. Hopefully it doesn't involve jail time or hefty fines. I shouldn't have to live under the thumb of some fuddy duddy aint never been copaholiic law-dong suckin pussyshits.
