broncoduvall.bsky.social
Artisanal excuses for everyday living.
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You'll get there, big timer.
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That's easy! Just look for these green flags:
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... I don't know, maybe homemade erotica?
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The Wendy's Spicy Nativity is especially cherished. Please do not erase our culture.
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When you're a superpower, they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab them by the sovereignty.
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Yes.
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Obviously, save the money so you can potentially help a bigger, more important body of water. Once again, we see the figurative poison of -WOKE- is the true Menace.
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A lone parasailor ambles through the air confident in the safety of the massive and perceptive predator having caught a better satisfying quarry.
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Daybreak splits the horizon, suffusing the hard pack snow and ice with spectrum of keen light. A snow owl makes its way low in the sky with its kill, a forklift still twitching by reflex.
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Unfadable
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I like this photo for a series I call "Elven Diesel."
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The spiders wish to clarify:
"THE INTERN WAS WRAPPED VOLUNTARILY AS A NETWORKING OPPORTUNITY AND EARNS COURSE CREDIT WHILE HIS HUMAN BODILY JUICES ARE CONSUMED."
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It is morning in Indiana. Ope.
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Somewhere afar in the Wabash Mountains, giant spiders' mandibles clatter in unison as another political intern is rolled in thick silk and strung along a cavern wall.
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Trains call across the riverbank to their barge cousins. As the day breaks, the clover sparkles with the night's dusting of crystal methamphetamine.
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Dave Ramsey scurries into his log - he will have to forage again when dusk comes, now he must talk in his sleep.
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The sunlight begins to creep over the horizon. The cardinals stir and shoot lasers from their eyes, refracting beautifully in the airborne coal and aluminum particulates.
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The cake is hale and hearty, the frosting bristles in the chill air, and, laying your hand upon it, you feel the creamy filling pulsating with life. "We will make it through the winter," you think.
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The next field is lush and sweet-smelling. You kneel against the frosty earth and peel back the outer leaves to reveal the yellow zingers heart cluster.
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It's a brisk stroll to the fields. The corn grows year-round and hasn't been harvested in the six years you've lived here. It stands thirty feet tall. Someday, your children will cut some down and build a cobin of their own.
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Step out the back door and take in the morning before the sunrise, when everything is still and the only noise you hear is the distant slumber of the barrel herd. Rake away the gathered road cones. Send the dogs out to patrol for stoplights. Loose the cat to prowl for libertarian mayoral candidates.
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PINOT EGGREGIO
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Good fucking god.
"This concrete is the only thing that can save these thrown babies."
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I will make sure these are passed along all im/proper channels.
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Community input welcome.