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OJ treating Angel like a horse.

I’m still dreaming

This is The Blog of the Great and Righteous yet Super Evil Dictator Floyd

Good day from Canada. My name if Floyd, and you all shall know my wrath soon enough. For now, I shall try to keep things short. as future immortal ruler of all the nations, I believe it is my duty to make a record of my goings on and daily exploits. Be sure to check in often, because over the next few years, your gonna see a lot more of me in the news. 

Build a Bunker,

Floyd

Now THIS is living!

no thoughts head empty just 1 minute of egregia in a surge channel from last summer

video description: a tangle of egregia menziezii (feather boa kelp) fronds in a narrow intertidal channel, moving gently back and forth with the motion of the waves. the fronds are very long, and have small bladelets and floats coming off the central axis. they strongly resemble golden-brown feather boas. there is no audio, only the sound of the wind and the waves

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At the gate for my flight home from visiting friends and there's a woman here with a service Shiba Inu. No pics because he has a Do Not Disturb vest and taking pics of strangers is illegal but I need to stress how ON DUTY this animal is. Ears up. Eyes doing Lazer scans of everything. Examining everyone who passes within 10ft like a security guard. Ass planted on her feet. I have never seen a dog with such intense chivalric guardian energy before. He has tiny eyebrows and they are FURROWED with concentration.

“I have never felt myself to be ageing: on the contrary, I have always had the strange sensation as time passes that I am getting not older but younger. My body feels as though it has innocence as its destination. This is not, of course, a physical reality – I view the proof in the mirror with increasing puzzlement – but it is perhaps a psychological one that conscripts the body into its workings. It is as though I was born imprisoned in a block of stone from which it has been both a necessity and an obligation to free myself.”

— Rachel Cusk, Coventry