This evening I had a black walnut malt while listening to the first cicada of the year. I just love cicada sounds. It always makes me feel summery and nostalgic. And everything tastes better in a malt.
I think I should live a more fancy, exciting, stressful life just so
that I would have more to write about on here. Cicadas and malts,
indeed. That's not interesting writing! Alas. Sometimes, I just feel
my life is on hold until I get a good slave. That's probably a very
co-dependent way to live... that is, needing someone else to feel
purpose. But that's just the way it is.
Make a fire for a man and he'll be warm all night.
Set a man on fire and he be warm for the rest of his life.