I pine for time. My rind unwinds without crime. I slither and slide. Abide the tide as I wither and writhe.
I remain lame in this game, much the same.
To be blunt, time is a cunt.
Was just about to note this but this popped up finally after adding proxy relays. Outbox is kewl and all but it only works about the first five minutes then just bricks and doesn't load anything unless I restart my phone. π€·
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I sing to the the birds... Mainly to the chickens/goats/critters.
Usually Unchained Melody by the Righteous Brothers.
And to Dio. Always Dio.
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