Dreamt that Ron, my cousin, Cole, and I were, here, having breakfast. They were going camping with my friend, Matt. Seems they had left Matt at the camp site and were going back for him. Told them Matt gets lost, and he was going to need a compass.
From The Black Death
"usury and all commercial ventures were suspect because they assumed control over the future, a mortgage of time which was reserved...
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Sir Frankie Crisp wears Mummy's sixties costume pearls. He's not falling for the drugged cream. He said, too bad, witch. That bitch ...