PF...that's actually a chipmonk.

the acorn is the thing that's being torn apart and consumed.

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On the kinkometer, my kink measures as a sine wave.

I'm slowly coming to grips with the concept of my being a mortal.

I climb down from the bed of the truck instead of jumping over the side.
I make two trips instead of trying to carry everything in one lumbering trip.
I feel aches and pains a lot more now.
I sleep with my dog cuddled up next to me



I lose pretty much everything I touch!

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Though I am different from you,
We were born involved in one another.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Complete surrender should not just come at moments in which one faces overwhelming odds, but in the calm when it seems one is personally in complete control of one's life.