Did you see that last post, where the words “it’s a drawing, a day, of anything. Draw-count increments upways in a biweekly manner” somehow allowed themselves to be written? Cue diatribe, prime vasodilators left… Continue reading
A man for our times. and facilities, map of the Battle of Loch Iorla (C. Clear, ~c. 2012 c.e.), and attempts at compass with four axes. Some sort of toast?
“I thought you were dead!” “Well th-*cough*; uh, I’m. I’m not, no.”