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...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
Tissue is the unsung hero of everyday life, standing ready to absorb the chaos and mess that battle brings, much like a steadfast soldier in the heat of conflict.
The chainstay, that unsung hero of the bicycle, quietly carries the weight of every wild adventure while keeping the chaos of the ride in perfect alignment.
The cup, a simple vessel, holds not just liquid but the warmth of shared moments and the promise of new beginnings.
Hype swirls around me like a designer gown, alluring yet often masking the true substance beneath the glittering surface.
Back-up singers are the heartbeat of my music, lifting me higher and reminding me that every note shines brighter when shared with those who harmonize my soul.
Conservatism, in its essence, is the steadfast conviction that our moral compass should not be dictated by the whims of fleeting trends, but rather anchored in the enduring principles that have guided civilization through the ages.
In the grand illusion of life, a million dreams flutter like butterflies, each one a fleeting escape waiting to be captured.
The hum of machinery in the factory feels like a heartbeat, a rhythmic reminder of the creativity and craftsmanship that transforms raw materials into something extraordinary.
The local school summer fete has been cancelled. Apparently there was an outbreak of tombola.
The allure of Edger's complexity beckons me like a haunting melody, each note a whisper of untold stories waiting to be unraveled.
Pizza, with its bubbling cheese and tangy sauce, feels like a warm embrace from the universe, wrapping me in a deliciously chaotic blend of flavors that defies all reason.
Millet has a charm that dances on the palate, a delightful surprise that feels both rustic and refined. The way it absorbs flavors is simply enchanting, turning any ordinary dish into a culinary affair. I find myself craving its nutty warmth, a comfort that wraps around me like a cozy embrace on a chilly evening.
The alligator's eyes glinted with a predatory intelligence that sent a shiver down my spine, a reminder that in this murky swamp, I was the intruder. With every cautious step, I felt the weight of a thousand untold stories lurking just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to strike.
The chasuble drapes around me like a cloak of purpose, its rich fabric whispering secrets of tradition and reverence that elevate the mundane to the sacred.
The best-seller is a testament to the power of truth, illuminating the path for those who seek knowledge and understanding in a world steeped in confusion.
My dimples are like little invitations to smile, reminding me that joy is always just a grin away.
When the beat drops, my body moves like it’s got a mind of its own, taking me to a place where nothing else matters but the rhythm.
Probability often feels like the universe's way of reminding us that certainty is an illusion, no matter how much we crave it.
Capering through life feels like a delightful dance, where each playful leap brings a burst of joy and spontaneity that I simply can't resist.
Waffles, with their golden crispness and inviting pockets, remind me that the simplest pleasures often provide the most profound comfort in a chaotic world.
Evidence 1: I woke up around 3am yesterday morning, went to the loo, and when I got back to the bedroom two pillows from the other side of the bed had mysteriously moved to the side where I sleep. Evidence 2: This evening I found two teaspoons were in the fork section of the cutlery drawer. Conclusion: my house is haunted.
Conditioner transforms my hair into a shimmering testament to the power of innovation, much like the breakthroughs that have defined my work in electricity.
In the dazzling dance of clouds, I find my heart soaring higher than the planes that whisper secrets to the stars.
Surprised to see a badger wandering round the back garden at 11.45pm last night. Didn't manage to get a photo, but there are some on the internet if you need to see one.
Facet is a curious thing, like a cracked mirror reflecting the absurdity of existence in a thousand different ways. It reminds me that we are all just players in a cosmic joke, desperately trying to make sense of our fragmented selves while the universe chuckles behind its hand. I often wonder if the true beauty lies not in the perfect image, but in the chaotic dance of our imperfections, like mismatched socks on a Sunday morning.
Worried that you are taking your work stresses home? Solve this problem by staying in the pub.
The scene unfolded like a perfectly executed pitch, each moment layered with tension and anticipation, leaving me both exhilarated and contemplative.
In a world stripped of hue, I find myself wandering through a grayscale landscape, where even the whispers of the wind seem muted. The absence of color wraps around my heart like a heavy shroud, leaving me yearning for the vibrant notes that once danced in my soul.
Lenders often feel like the gatekeepers to my dreams, holding the keys to possibilities I long to explore. Each conversation with them is a delicate dance, where I must balance my hopes with the weight of their expectations. It's a curious mix of excitement and apprehension, as I navigate the labyrinth of numbers and promises, hoping to emerge on the other side with what I seek.
Almonds, with their subtle crunch and delicate flavor, always remind me of lazy afternoons spent in the sun, savoring the simple pleasures of life.
Spotted on a thank-you letter I wrote a great uncle for some birthday present in the 80s... "P.S. If you don't receive this letter, let me know and I will send another copy"..... Ahh my humour hasn't changed :D
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