The dust shall be stirred again... Stay tuned for June 2025
Bingle by Bingle
From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines, Going where I list, my own master, total and absolute, Listening to others, considering well what they say, Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.
Thursday, October 24, 2024
Thursday, March 22, 2018
Saturday, February 17, 2018
Wednesday, September 20, 2017
MONEY!!!$$$!$!$!!!$
A scoundrel’s worst fear is a society without money: for in such a society he would only get the respect he deserves.
Tuesday, December 6, 2016
Wednesday, November 30, 2016
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