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Each letter is one million dollars. At this rate, I have purchased and sent a large quantity of fresh produce to the disproportionately obese island nation of Nauru. When I look in the mirror I scream "Charitable! Charitable!" at myself until I fall to my knees in tears, misty-eyed at my kindness. And my hedons double when the ocean carries over the sound waves from someone in Nauru biting into a crisp, organic apple.
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For too long I have been ignorant to the joy of casually and spontaneously perusing a grocery store. Finally, I enter with no list in hand. No agenda. No stress about filling my weekly nutritional quotas. Instead I became a woman led only by curiosity and intuition (perhaps my highest state). Behold the wonders of the produce aisle. God lives in the produce aisle. Then the nectarine chose me and I chose the nectarine. We were perfectly complete in one another's company. I left with a bill of exactly 1 dollar and became one nectarine richer. Perfect.
Aug 7, 2024
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like a monke y figured out what an orange is
humngry for juice
MMm fruit
Feb 27, 2025
thank you, dear abundant fruit. you gave so much but now i fear my palete is growing weary.
Sep 1, 2024
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Iām not getting the pitches right and I forget how the rest of the song goes but it sure feels good to vibrate at the same frequency of both the street and this catchy tune Iām throwing out to the wind
Feb 3, 2024
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Yesterday he was outside the shed screaming on the phone.
Today he was outside the shed chiseling a limestone brick with another stone.
Tomorrow is impossible and yet it will arrive
Feb 3, 2024
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Lets you disconnect your internet and lamps so you can read and draw in your bed guilt-free, modest mouse on the speaker as you hear the water trickle through the crack in the wall
Feb 5, 2024