I need shoe covers. Rode up this morning in low teens, and my feet were frozen when I got up here to work. Had a great piece of the screaming barfies pacing around my classroom with my feet thawing. Not fun.
I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.
I need shoe covers. Rode up this morning in low teens, and my feet were frozen when I got up here to work. Had a great piece of the screaming barfies pacing around my classroom with my feet thawing. Not fun.
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