you don't think coincidences get cultivated around here?
what are you?
an A*-hole?
there're definitely some recurring themes in this Folk Life we're living.
i'm serious.
for example,
my friends are better than yours, even the ones i haven't met yet.
damn,
that's a hard style to have to accept, neighbors, but get used to it,
because the friends of my friends are our friends.
that's a thing.
...and they must have a sixth sense about what's dope, too.
for realsies,
check the are-you-joking-what-are-the-odds teleport:
there's a fancy rolling pin in that tube, kids;
and i'm already using it to great effect-
but more importantly,
that's also a heart on a F*ing wrench, mother-'uckers!
c'mon!
i can't even handle that much hottness.
jennifer (the raven) hit me off a whole other 'nother secret treat, too:
and it's also a jar of jammie-jam with cape cod fruits an' that, for our faces.
...i'm sayin',
they're better and better and better.
lucky me.
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so what am i rolling with my new super-sexy pin?
i'm rolling in that dough, yo.
i'm filthy rich in bakery-type luxury.
cinnamon and buns, 'lickers-
at the same damn time.
check the pre-baked teleport:
we doo-doo that melty middle sh!t, y'all.
good peoples abound in the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
beau stayed over, too,
and brought his unique brand of barbarian gratitude and generosity with him.
expert!
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i'm suddenly surrounded by active participants.
now,
at what point does a ninja have to look at the one and only thing that's different,
and wonder if that was the lynchpin holding back a hard-style hurricane of hottness?
dedication to a singular purpose is great, i guess,
but only insofar as that purpose is as dedicated to returning the favor.
jeez.
but,
now i've got a heart-wrench, b!tches.
and an ever-widening cast of worthy warriors,
and the concentric web of coincidental overlapping spirits and memories.
it's all really happening.
and i'm smack dab in the middle;
never quiet, never soft.....
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