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Freshly emerged from the sea of dog feces, I stopped for a second and thought to myself “the mailman is surely out to get me”. While pondering my next moves if i was in his shoes, I unlocked the door and stepped into the lobby. Within, I was at once distracted by the thinly veiled feng shui. Roosters must live here I mumbled loud enough for my companion to hear. (I might as well face it. I mostly talk to myself. My companion just happens to occasionally interject.) No response, likely overwhelmed by the roosterish feng shui. Wait a minute, mushrooms now
One time i had shoes too
Shoes? Personally I like bare feet.
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