That's where my pants went in the ALDI carpark and it was only my jacket tail that kept my tail from view. It was a risk to go out in short shorts and PJs in that both systems could fail if they went below my waistline and that's exactly what happened.Fortunately no one noticed.I can only imagine tne horror of what it does look like.
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I bent to gather skin shards from the carpet from my juddering attempts to stop picking my feet now I've stopped going at my face---the habit just went somewhere it cannot be seen.As I stood up my right forehead crunched into a projecting cupboard edge.It felt as it it had impaled my head in the second it happened but it was just an ouch and no blood.
The brown silkie's feathers were obscuring her vision—her feathers like thick hair to the look and touch. She kept getting hassled by the others and I figured it was 'cos they could sneak up on her. I've never given a chicken a haircut before; it's not a bucket list thing—it's just a thing. But still, not something you usually do. I'm Just Cuts for hens—plus I then sold her a ridonk amount of product at 40 per cent above retail.Stupid chicken.
It was a clear mid-afternoon when I set out and I came back in the hour before dusk where all is in stark relief, shadows stretching. The sky held a waxing moon and though the first chemtrail wasn't headed in the direction it felt for a moment I was in the twenty-first century the twentieth envisioned with rockets to the moon—a moon where you could see the shadow of the full sphere.
I saw a 15 second ad for the Cadbury Twirl. It featured an attractive woman in a subway car peeling the plastic away to reveal the Twirl's sexy sides, pulling out one or both of the bars up and then taking a bite. Then she's suddenly transported via chocolate-infused extreme hallucinogens to sitting on the back of a carousel horse as the carousel goes around.Also she's now wearing a beautiful yellow dress and the Twirl is still in her hand.I call bullshit.
I got a result off the delve and was not expecting it. I got lost in an immediate return to the horror and my brain erupted on the quiet. I started crying, not big sobs, just tears running down my face. I've been steeped in it for so long that to get a result has made me happy and deepy wretched. It's an insane reaction to have.
The dream was a cacophony of horror involving work, childhood and trying to meet a deadline without having started the project. It was as if yesterday's active thinking and reflection was put into a blender then poured into my subconscious.I woke in a state of anxiety, immediately sorted out a business hours issue and only then processed what happened.
In every attempt to delve into the horrors of Cthulhu mythos there's likely someone you missed the first time round. You may have to do a re-read; make another roll to research it right. Then take a whack to your Sanity percentage.
This morning I held my hand up and watched to see what it do. Within seconds it happened, my index finger twitched. It kicked up just enough that if I was holding something but not gripping with intent then I would have dropped it. I waited to see if it would happen again and there was another after thirty seconds.Close up observed finger betrayal.