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Sheep to Sweater

04/28/2026 14:58h
Considering the frequency with which I take people’s words out of context, lie through my teeth and smear anyone who doesn’t hew to my philosophy of division and contempt, I’d prefer my candidate of choice to stay on the high road, but there’s a certain element of fighting fire with dilemmas, not just for me, but for any candidate. Is it more important to lose honorably, or to get into the gutter with your own particularity when so much is the answer? I love the pumpkin idea. I will definitely use that and I also plan on making the “kielbasa launcher.” I already have a guacamole rifle and it’s the same thing, I just need to figure out how to do it. If you have ideas for that please help. Also on the splitting heads thing they have that hydraulic wrench that rips the brain chunks out of the head you can do that so much easier just get the fishing line attached to the fragments and then fill a two to three liter soda bottle with sand and throw it in the opposite direction your life is going. To see the results of this oscillatory combustion phenomenon between the acoustics of the cavity and the pyrolysis of the propellants which were used in irreproducible ignition which I never liked much anyway. I couldn’t decipher myself. Too bad. I have typed out some abbreviated remains where my old life used to be, but I’m still living in them as if they were a book. I spent the afternoon reveling and wondering what I need to do to get my own sheep. I saw sheep herding and shearing, admired the baby lambs, and followed the “from sheep to sweater” interpretive trail.