And then there were the stills my camera somewhat took of me... Usually I would not have gone in on a Saturday, but it was sufficiently early in the day and my usual happy haunts were unavailable.
The (mis)adventures and thoughts of an aspiring master archer, lifter, and fantasy author who happens to be irresistibly drawn towards wolves, raptors, and parrots. They may say there's no such thing as Paradise or Perfection, yet I'm still searching for them. Why do I keep searching? A voice speaks to me and says: "Search for Paradise and aspire for Perfection"...
Saturday, August 05, 2017
To Xibalba With It!
Despite the other stuff going on, I was still able to get a touch of time to myself for sanity's sake. How else is one supposed to survive prior to school starting and being semi-forced to put up with perfume demons from the deepest bowels of the Abyss? Most of my Wolf Pack has gone over to a competition that I unfortunately wasn't able to sign up for and compete in due to nebulous lack of plans on perfume demon visitors, some arbitrary social event that has no logic attached to it, and the nuclear fallout for choosing to take care of myself instead of catering to inane tomfoolery.
And then there were the stills my camera somewhat took of me... Usually I would not have gone in on a Saturday, but it was sufficiently early in the day and my usual happy haunts were unavailable.
And then there were the stills my camera somewhat took of me... Usually I would not have gone in on a Saturday, but it was sufficiently early in the day and my usual happy haunts were unavailable.
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