If you build it, nothing will come of it. The inoperative cooperative dystopia will not cajole you into participating. If it ain’t broke, then go fix it. Again, it is hobby time, and there are no hobbits around. I was taking a Bitcoin to the bank when I ran across a cashier. She still didn’t bulge when I tried to pay her off.
Sunday can be fortuitous or it can be waistrous. I spent the day standing, so fortitude was on my side. Thence cometh the snow and I fainted to sleep. Waking to refreshed melting, if not somewhat behind MY schedule. The Date of being Good is nigh. Now nourish the noggin and parry up the positive mental attitude and carpe diem.
What build will be built by the builder this year? Personally I am in the throes of cogitating on a new wind vane. Of course, there is always the possibility of selling off a couple of two wheelers and getting a new one. Something I like. Love the CX’s and the R60’s. Of course, there is the ever-present SX ‘es and the Rd400’s. Any ideas out there? I also take ‘em free.
Then the titular question arises. Stylin’ and whilin’ away the hours, starin’ and comparin’. Then it hits you like a big pizza pie with the moon in the sky. The desideratum need not meet your expectations. I will be on board with drawing this year. What will extricate itself from the parchment will be up to it. Get a round toit? I prefer mine square.
Slip a little cream in my Java today Sabrina, I need the Moo Cow Mirage.
Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai.
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