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Songs from the Synapse. The miracle of connections. Thursday, August 13, 2015. There have been so many tomatoes that I now dread going out into the garden. Because if I grow it, I have to preserve it. I have the pioneer mindset, as if my homestead is two days ride from the closest mercantile, and me and pa just dont have much cash money. I planted 9 plants total, combination of. Goliath and Mountain Glory. Both have performed beyond my expectations. Symptoms of abundant harvest disorder. Them in Tomato.CONTENT
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Monday, April 28, 2008. Why you gotta add this pressure. Not peaceful as the night. 8212;The bruise is from a fight. So let me find my pace! Because are you .
Wednesday, March 25, 2009. Jackson loves to go down the slide at the zoo I think he went down 100 times. There was a train station at the museum and Jackson was playing with another boy and the boy kept elbowing Jackson everytime he got near him we laughed because Matt got it on video. He has to give everything a hug. Thursday, December 11, 2008.
Friday, May 2, 2008. When still small and carefree. They never tell you the truth. That life in the future. Will be full of misery. Instead they fill your head with lies and butterflies. Let you dance and dream and describe. When still innocent and wide-eyed. The world seems so promising. They hide the truth behind sugar sweet voices. Lead you on with a pat on the back. Put you to bed with hope beneath your head. Then one day the veil comes down.