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Saw a licence plate 2CUTE2C like a new translation of Exodus 33:20
what is the appropriate soundtrack for the 19 minute supercut of every time i've lost my nerve [480p]
November, like life, is still half to come
I only ever remember to water this rose in the dark & I have no idea how it's doing. I'm just holding a hose over a silhouette. It could be up to anything.
Imaginary friends c. age 4-7 The valiant patient one The goofy one who always got us into hot water and rolled with the blows The hotheaded sharptongued maverick The smart one, also valiant The rookie (lots of potential)
CHORUS: What was it you said HERO: I said probably better that I don't CHORUS: And then HERO: Then I did
to count on your pal the both of you grey & weatherfaded and breath struggling through teeth like high harsh november wind
opened the window this morning expecting a brace of frost air but it was warm and I broke out laughing
odysseus didn't stop up his ears to the sirens he lashed himself to the mast
“I see you yearning for home. Put your yearning in your spear-arms.”
— Xenophon
We load a lot onto November's saddlebags
unassailable satisfaction in passing through an inexcusably balmy Nov. afternoon
dark broad birds northing, duskerly, ebb ten year tides. november get a hold of us.
light giving way to west wind, nivenous rain, good november high gloom
waving off generous promises like friend, I know you'll come through
Youtube unrolling a bespoke revenant of my own yesteryear's devising to helpfully taunt me, "we've calculated you were at your detectably happiest seven years ago?"
you know there's still flowers in bloom out here the new rose bush outside my window bare all summer just a few days ago put out a single blossom. almost every tree still green. nothing to tell it ain't august now but that the crickets are quiet
This guy is pretty funny. He says he's all precaution in the tone everyone has ever used to address the lads when they're about to be very deliberately incautious, then patiently explains to the dignitaries (suitors? ladies in waiting? there's some 11th century french inside baseball going on all over these that I'm new to) charged with guarding this lady's virtues that by stifling her they're just making it inevitable that she shrugs and hooks up with a 3rd rate dishwater scoundrel like himself because they're keeping the chivalrous options unavailable.
And I tell you jailkeepers, I warn you— and it would be very stupid to disbelieve me— that you will be hard put to it to find a sentry who will not sleep for a crucial half-hour now and again
delightfully casual and dusty-boots-credible threat/boast.