Today I had splendid chocolate cake by the sea at the foot of the cliffs that face the South island. Many miles away, the peaks were laden with abundant snow. The sun shone bright, attempts toward spring are being made. Soon the seals will return, hauling their frames out of the waves where orcas fear to tread. Good times....
Ford: Like the worst uncle in the world. Always late, on the dole, living on the past, and gives his best somewhere else. Ford Tough!
Is nothing pure? No safety in this illusion either....
Great Journeys all together on a map
Conspiracy spoiler: chemtrails. One of the better write-ups on the subject
