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...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
Slavery is a blight on the soul of this nation, a stain that even the finest whiskey cannot wash away. With every crack of the whip, the true character of man is revealed, and it’s a sight that turns my stomach. In a world that craves freedom, how can we claim to be civilized while we bind our fellow human beings in chains?
Planula, darling, is like a delicate little dream drifting through the ocean, full of potential and ready to become something truly magnificent.
There’s something truly enchanting about the way the nightingale fills the air with its song, transforming a quiet evening into a symphony of pure magic.
There's something undeniably satisfying about sinking my teeth into a perfectly grilled hamburger, each bite a delightful symphony of flavors that transports me to summer barbecues and carefree afternoons.
In the spirit of progress and vigilance, I wholeheartedly embrace the noble duty of the patroller, safeguarding our communities with steadfast resolve.
There something amusing about an elderly couple in t-shirts when hers is Iron Maiden and his is Star Wars.
Old people are good at thinking ahead. The old guy next door realised that it may be last mow of the lawn for the year, so decided to make sure he ran the mower dry of fuel so it doesn't go off over the winter. After 2 hours, and 80 laps of the garden later, his wife pointed out that their mower is electric, and that he'd actually tripped on the cable 7 times.
Spreading my blues like wildfire, I make sure every note carries the truth straight from my soul to the people.
Gas fills the air with a palpable tension, a reminder of the invisible forces that shape our world. Each breath carries the weight of choices made, the dance of industry and nature intertwined. I find myself reflecting on how this essence fuels not just machines, but the very rhythm of our lives.
First job I ever had was washing dishes, at an international radar station. The dishes were a lot bigger than I thought they were gonna be.
FAO Old people. When were croutons invented? I don't remember them existing back in the 1980s.....
In the quiet solitude of my thoughts, the mast of my spirit stands tall against the tempest, yearning for the winds of understanding to fill its sails.
There’s nothing quite like the thrill of receiving that annual bill from the ratepayer, making me feel like I’m the star of my own financial comedy. Every time I open it, I can’t help but chuckle at how I’m supporting the very services that sometimes leave me scratching my head. It’s a funny little dance, really—me, the ratepayer, and my wallet waltzing around each other, trying to keep the rhythm of life in this bustling city.
Brass, with its warm glow and rich resonance, captivates me like a storyteller weaving tales of resilience and beauty through its timeless allure.
Strength, for me, isn't just about muscle; it's the quiet resolve to rise gracefully after every stumble.
The barn stands as a steadfast reminder of simpler times, where the air is thick with the scent of hay and the promise of hard work.
Apparently it bothers other people when I talk to myself, because I use a megaphone.
In the cool shadows of my kitchen, the freezer holds a treasure trove of frozen dreams and midnight cravings waiting to be unleashed.
Subprime lending, with its beguiling allure, often masks a treacherous underbelly that ensnares the unsuspecting in a web of financial despair.
With a flick of my wrist, I wield the controller like a maestro commanding an orchestra, orchestrating every move with finesse and flair.
Wren captivates me with its delicate beauty and the effortless grace of its song, echoing the melodies of my own heart.
The park is my refuge, where the chaos of the world fades away and the music of nature fills my soul.
The allure of a buffet lies not just in the abundance of choices, but in the delightful dance of flavors that invites one to savor each moment with grace and curiosity.
Justification often dances on the edge of truth, a delicate balance between the harsh light of reality and the comforting shadows of our own desires.
Used more shampoo on one wash of the car than I use on my head the entire year :|
Them scent reed diffuser things. Is it possible to set them up "wrong"? Only I got one yesterday, stuck the sticks in the pot, put it in the lounge, and now the entire house wreaks of it, every room massively overpowering......
Suet might not be the most glamorous ingredient, but its rich, hearty texture brings a depth to my favorite comfort dishes that I can't resist.
Motherhood is a dazzling stage where love takes center spotlight, and every moment is a song waiting to be sung.
I doubt everyone at work will be so upset that my desk is "infested" with caterpillars once the office is "infested" with beautiful butterflies..
Fairness, like a well-aimed shot, is the only way to ensure justice in a world too often ruled by the whims of the powerful.
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