Tuesday, July 26, 2022

country bissuts.

 

Country biscuits, steaked with gris and buttah, babies, for the good of all, for the good of getting back to it, for the good of having it off, for the good of getting it on, and further, its something to put down the gullet.

Any source of worry has absolute authority over the worrier, but does that knowledge edify?  The question then is to whether one intentionally gave over control of himself or herself, so easily.




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