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4 comments:
I think I see your game. Achieve posthumous fame in the non-fiction racket, when future archeologists research seasonal changes in 21st century trees. It might work.
Albert? A guy showed me some photies once when I was 18. He was an art student. The photies were of trees. I asked him why there were no people in the photies. Just trees. Hotboy p.s. I'd have an much chance of fame from doing the prostate massage dance with a feather up my bum, but someone got there first.
The photies are surprisingly varied and interesting. Congratulations on finding something you're good at. As well as blissing, tattie farming and soup. Not forgetting pugilism, writing, freelance pharmacology. Actually you're not as indolent as you make out.
Albert? The photies take themselves. Hotboy
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