Flaxen blonde curating erotic subplots to supplement the quotidian.
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Effie White - Toronto
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As the wise poet Mac Miller stated in his seminal work "Thoughts from a Balcony" — all we got is memories, so what the f*ck is time. Schedule your time accordingly.
I've accepted an offer that will solidify a long overdue career pivot.
Now celebrating with my best friend. That said, he is not the best conversationalist, insists on saying hi to everyone who enters the establishment, and is very distracted by squirrels.
Could use a human.
My companion is leaning heavily on the quiet part of the plan for this evening.
You think you're watching the Son of God. Frame shifts — heretic cult leader, correctly dealt with. Shifts again — God, watching the whole time. One of my favourite prophets, he thinks. Not today. Quietly substitutes the body right before the cross. Jesus goes home. Someone else takes the fall.
Also interesting that of all the technologies we have invented, the train is still how we understand our relationship with time: in rap lyrics and otherwise.
This is my Easter contribution to #OurSky
Listening a little more closely, I think maybe the line is "all we got is memory, so what the f*ck is time", which makes more sense grammatically.
A few months ago I learned that in Islam, Jesus wasn't crucified — he was substituted for at the last second. The whole story reframes. Gone Girl got a David Fincher adaptation. Just saying.
Recently every time I feel compelled to post here, I realize my life has become almost entirely AI and dog. Not sure this is the best brand.
