three pounds of flax

The problem with a lie is you don't know it's a lie until it's too late. That sentence there, longer than my preferred seven-worder for things of this nature, is the summary of every intelligent ūberāvī.



That title should be all the warning you need.... Holy God in Heaven I’m gonna have to get some friends soon. Real ones. Not the spectacularly funny ones in my head. I think I’m actually done with this whole thing we’ve been doing. The four walls all shook their heads, yes, yes, it is time … Continue reading Ubiquitousity