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 I've had the pine cone sunken into a handful of mud I collected from beneath a leaking fire hydrant, and prior to finding the mud, I determined that the pine cone might do well if it was given some blessings and offerings of Texas Cedarwood essential oil from Aura Cacia as well as some ConcenTrace liquid ionic minerals. In addition, I supposed that I could, perhaps, inspire some sort of ionic burgeoning of bringing the cone's still-living ostensible self to sprout a sapling branch out of it, if I made a reaction of the ionic mineral and oil coating of it along with some tobacco smoke and heat from the fire of the rolled cigarillo tobacco from underneath and around the pine cone; it seemed to attract some gravity unto itself with the combination. After a few days of traveling around with me while coated with the mud and being brought out into the sun for some intervals in time, I brought it out of the mud bag upon arriving back at my place, and I washed the cone off with warm w

All top cute list stuff aside, some people establish less than corporatism standard effective discourse in doing such things. The considerably unprecedented lean, though, merits being discoursed in considerate relevant form; here: it goes down in written word form. The issue in context, and some merits to its discussion:  There's this guy, amongst a variant typology establishment of some limited scope basis of men; commonly, in spoken word, I'd say something like "all sorts of guys," but I've told this story before, and no one really squats on doing a valid dis-service to the standard masculinity expectations of common and standard men of stereotypical imaginative takes of at least: just about most everyone I grew up with has these stereotypical underpinnings; perhaps nothing: yet one time I fancied I smelled my lean on the floorboards so lean that I smelled smoke and I thought it had happened: I leaned that AF jaunteded on some development scrum process that meri

With my arm looking like this: after picking up a sweater off of the ground and becoming itchy over the course of several days, I knew beyond most common doubts that I was hosting a parasitic tick. Thankfully, I had the aforementioned natural cures of liquid ionic minerals by ConcenTrace and Aura Cacia's Texas Cedarwood essential oil, both purchased from  Whole Foods Market in El Segundo, California . That being said, I investigated my sweater sleeve, as the bites and rashes were solely on one arm, and lo and behold, I found a single adult tick inside of the cold or the cut of the sweater sleeve, a common place for ticks to hide. Many of us had grown up and lived lives as dog owners, as Southern Californians, as far as being familiar with parasitic infestations as far as common fleas are concerned.  But how common are tick infestations? According to a recent news article publication slew of topic output from major news outlets: Reuters - Tick, mosquito-borne infections surge in the

Having gotten back home, I've emptied out my bags of collectables and small projects to work on. My main inquiry is how a pine tree sapling would come about to sprout from a pine cone. I found several, yet one green one is of interest; I would guess, above any other notion, that some Concentrace ® from Whole Foods Market [the app] A small set of photos  I feel like I've got not much other purpose beyond blogtastastic girly bum persona trifles around DTLA: done. I did it all beyond most achievers in trekking from 90th to Pasadena, and then I got home and there was some debacle about proper boundaries and attributions going on since it was local newspaper stuff, and there was an event about it.  I suppose I ought to just check out a different store source of the liquid ionic minerals on a basis of hearing broadcasts about depravities gone down in some rebuke about me developing on agricultural aspirations in miniature in-home composting efforts with liquid ionic minerals and coc

That's how it came out. Talk of the moment, as par entre-doux en fien cours les confiderrietantes.  That's my off-handed Françoise take on the taix entrebouerrerait. All plop en Françoise at the helm of hoping I'm not making myself look less than appropriate, transliterative oblique-orthographically .institute actual serious, as the supposedly only contributor to this blog, as of content I/O and directives. 

That being said, it's a particularly despicable sleight that was as simple as such: handed off of on any sort of personal respect and consideration upon me by so many various individuals who spoke on the topic of conceivably, as they found themselves presented with the notion of people having had stalked my blog and social media output, as conceivably already blocked and ignored individuals on social media from me, for so many sleights at the establishment and all sorts of things good and common in society: they found me doing something ostensibly enjoyable and appreciable which they found they would simply disparage and bam off deplorable takes on that I'd been a whatever moment of half, to consider, and no more, on that note, for the fact that I simply don't think and dote on them, whereas they psychotically inevitably bam off common terrorist cell establishment and demands as such, that illicit drug distribution and abuse, of a maturity context of at least 10-15 years ag