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13 years ago
Journal post six.
Another full six fortnights in the arboretum. Now that the sinew week of sprine break yields sap, I can give time to reflect upon its nectars.
Shoreline hashighly agreeable to me. Half of my life was already spent in north king co, south snohimish.
Gender , astrology, and dulse has been all about this house. Lining the walls are talks of better boxed wines and the strong topics of romantic expectation.
On my front page was added FAs icon for the largest polyamory group I know of. I have been hestitant to post anything regarding my personal life in recent months and years. It was already time to banish those concerns before I left Kent.
I cannot get over the lady I love and live with. Nor has any great tugging of affection every pulled me into the field of heady romance so like these two years. I am happy to have others so close to her, the likes of whom are good with hands, manual shift, and data systems repair.
I want badly to make something of myself since my muse displacement of 2010, and just maybe recent forays in new romance, botany, and human achievement may pull me out of it.
I no longer smoke tobacco. My half bent Kurston pipe has sat idle since I quit Securitas, now with no further sitting around like a petty gate chieftain abrest Seattle's tallest container ships. The pipe was mostly for aesthetics and to get conversations out of reactionary longshoremen.
When I put down the chainsaw and replaced it with a german shepherd last March, I drew perhaps 2 pieces a month. Not a single art piece came out for the next 8 months. I am likely no comitted dog person, as much as I would like to be. My frail frame did appreciate him over the frenzy mandibles of the 20' saw blade.
Coffea Arabica art or something spawned from meditating on it should post here soon.
Carefree Spring entry cloud matrix
Another full six fortnights in the arboretum. Now that the sinew week of sprine break yields sap, I can give time to reflect upon its nectars.
Shoreline hashighly agreeable to me. Half of my life was already spent in north king co, south snohimish.
Gender , astrology, and dulse has been all about this house. Lining the walls are talks of better boxed wines and the strong topics of romantic expectation.
On my front page was added FAs icon for the largest polyamory group I know of. I have been hestitant to post anything regarding my personal life in recent months and years. It was already time to banish those concerns before I left Kent.
I cannot get over the lady I love and live with. Nor has any great tugging of affection every pulled me into the field of heady romance so like these two years. I am happy to have others so close to her, the likes of whom are good with hands, manual shift, and data systems repair.
I want badly to make something of myself since my muse displacement of 2010, and just maybe recent forays in new romance, botany, and human achievement may pull me out of it.
I no longer smoke tobacco. My half bent Kurston pipe has sat idle since I quit Securitas, now with no further sitting around like a petty gate chieftain abrest Seattle's tallest container ships. The pipe was mostly for aesthetics and to get conversations out of reactionary longshoremen.
When I put down the chainsaw and replaced it with a german shepherd last March, I drew perhaps 2 pieces a month. Not a single art piece came out for the next 8 months. I am likely no comitted dog person, as much as I would like to be. My frail frame did appreciate him over the frenzy mandibles of the 20' saw blade.
Coffea Arabica art or something spawned from meditating on it should post here soon.
Carefree Spring entry cloud matrix
ryonekochan
~ryonekochan
We must get together sometime soon, explore the vast, desolate landscapes of small Seattle border towns and consume libations from a flask. Or I dunno see a movie.
