Now that people know I write these a few days ahead of time — and the illusion of daily brilliance is thus shattered — they’ll also understand why I don’t reference interactions from the previous posts (if, you know, such interactions occur). If it’s not clear, it’s because those interactions have yet to happen as I write this.
It’s like if I’m traveling into the future, skipping ahead a few days and missing whatever happens in the interim. For all I know, this post going live will see the world immersed in WW III thus making the next two posts a wasted effort as there won’t be anyone left alive to read them.
That being the case, I’ll make this short as everyone, I’m sure, are too busy kissing their asses goodbye. Boy, wouldn’t that be a sight! Millions of people dislocating their backs to peck their own cheeks.
Besides, the last P313 offering was quite lengthy, so a break of sorts is in order.
That is a Koa wood. Interesting pattern. Snapped with my Note 8, processed in Topaz Studio.
The joke (and one of the few reasons I can think of to have kids):
And, of course, the doodle . . . I call it “everybody wins!”
And . . . that’s it
Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.
You can read about Project 313 HERE.
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. . . my FP ward . . . chieken shit.
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