I went outside to execute a minor detail. I heard Red Wing Blackbirds---I looked uP ^ there they were. It's the End Of The World.
Yesterday I HAD-TO finish the refinements of the Mirror-Wall Scandal. Th r ee micro-mini boulders were destroying the Aesthetic, meaning, they were hurting my eyes. Despite my body screaming, "DON'T DO A BLOODY THING", I dug-out the "Lug-All" and my heaviest chain to absolutely DESTROY my deltoids. I "rowed" the micro-mini's out of Visuality after breaking the head off my Mason's sledge, a casualty of Sore. I raked the area to clear it blah, blah, blah and now I can't move except to type.
Here's the Ending of today's consideration >> "You gotta go with what you got."
It's Street Wisdom >>> as best It gets.
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