i'm starting to notice that when i go to get groceries at 10am on a thursday while wearing one of my black metal shirts the little old ladies and moms at the store are kind of avoiding me. it's subtle but distinct that none of them seem willing to reach in front of me while i block the produce isle for 5 minutes deciding on the orange (on sale) or red (tastier) bell peppers. i guess they can't read spidery black metal writing or they would see that today my shirt actually said "LIVE LAUGH LOVE" on it.
The Harpy of the West
(drawings, plants, books, movies, and way too many hobbies. if i can make it by hand i probably will. banjo amateur. professional field botanist. will categorize your soil horizons for food.)
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