Obligatory "ignore this space" : https://sacoronavirus.co.za

When the flavour is just right I find myself eating like an ostracized clerk. The ostrich is an interesting bird, for here we have an instance of a thing that's been ostracized from the heavens. I like to make up fantasy histories wherein we have towns in which boys and girls grow up together and then find they must join the townsfolk who will 'have them' if they do things in accordance with the simplest rules that a small town can devise.

That's a sufficient condition.

The question that some may be asking is the question about the future: which is just the question that I am asking. Big towns are a different matter. I'm not going to labour the matter of appearances, for that is a thing for when it tickles my fancy. One particular thing I will labour, however, so I ask you to take particular note of the following gap.

The stirring of what we abstract starting with our friends was evident with one example. My lightheartedness has had to be locked away for the matter of those who live in ignorance of what happens when ostriches fly. Now I'm looking for another break. But unless I expect to be tantalized with what truly was breakthrough, I'll have to steer myself back to compounding the flavours.

And that's something we resist until we just can't any more.

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