Getting hair conditioner recommendations from a man who has lesser hair than our solar system has suns.
Ah life, what has you come to?
One thing most peculiar and positively hurrah about these surroundings is that there are no pigeons and no crows.
There might be some sort of medieval poeticism about ravens, but I've yet to find it.
Maybe I'm more of a vultures gal.
Vultures bear a foreboding mien and wizened brood. You can't not take them seriously.
Hell yeah for vultures. \m/
Small fat birds, that hop like an aerial bunny and fly like a cocaine shot are such delights.
Smug looking, coal chested and chubby. A few strands of red under their feathers; no bigger than your fist, with a tail twice that, at a 45° angle.
Jumpy little things. I don't know what they are called. Perhaps I'll click a pic.
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