Every Night You Dream That You Talk To A Genie, When You Wake Up You Can't Remember What You Wished For.

Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?

Light a candle in gratitude that I’m left-handed. In the meantime, I could use my new claw to clear brush for elderly folk that really need better ‘defensible space’. There’s probly people who need their nuts crushed.

Rise up people! Vote BLUE.

I am following you because I am led to believe you are imported. Important. Not imported, important. Though we can’t just, out of hand, reject the possible importedness of you. YOUR importedness, best to start at the other end sometimes. AND import accrues apparently to those who seek it. Like gold. Not exactly like gold, no, nowhere near as heavy and utterly unsuitable to fashion false teeth from, malleable (FUNGIBLE) as it may be. Do fungible assets cast spores? Like mushrooms? Maybe…exPLODE a mess of spores, make you sneeze a lot, maybe start a spawn farm

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