*Ended* Walnut - w/feather figure
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Ok, I am weak and cannot resist! Send'er to me!
see, just like i said
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what i need to do is figure out how to "untag" or hide these listings from himGot ya! And, didn’t even need to tag you.
I will reach out tomorrow sometime- TY
Deep in midtown Nashvegas exists a denizen who has confounded many and has inspired tales and talk. He is the paramount wood aggregator of his lair and his mind. Hiding among the fringe of Woodbarter, shadows are his only ally. He's got cunning and grit - and he masterminds Purdy Wood as his dynasty. Subtle as a snake, twice as fast, and three times as sharp, Lil Mikey is a passionate black panther predator of the wood aggregator world! Imagine experiencing glowing, floating eyes peering intensely at you through inky darkness. Their eyes will lock you in – be warned and be afraid! Watch your step while in the presence of the king of the shadows!
Shadows are his cover -they are his best friend! Ah, you think darkness is your ally? Mere mortals matter-of-factly adopt the dark. Lil Mikey was born in it! Just as cool as any movie character, he also has a secret identity, yet he is no anime villain. With every hunt, every buy, he becomes stronger! How can an aggregator be so beautiful, but so terrifying at the same time? They are more than just solely hooman! Their beauty and grace are both great and terrible. They are the kings of night, kissed by the Goddess of Night herself, Nyx, one of the first beings born from Chaos. The wood aggregator embodies seduction and stealth. Very hypnotic and alluring.
A stealthy black predator traversing the landscape, silently through the dense, misty forums under a glaring fluorescent light. It is said that the brighter the light, the blacker the shadows! Under the darkness, he has procured rare and purdy woods. Protectors of the soul trapped within the wood, the aggregators are out to stop anybody who threatens the wood’s elan vital. As they unravel the history - the mystery - of the wood, they know that the entity locked within it is a dangerous seductress from times gone by.
Every hunt by a wood aggregator is a mandatory stealth mission. This symbolism is linked to grace, protection, beauty, night, magic, inner power, and even the secrets of life and death. Wood aggregators are like ninjas – slinky and surreptitious! Upon success, there is often a blood-curdling scream liberated, that would pierce the stillness and peace of Woodbarter, if only it could be heard sinuously winding its way through all those binary digits. It can only be described as a sound that none are quick to forget. It permeates and lives on in your mind and even in your dreams – or more precisely – your nightmares.
After he hauls his catch up onto a shelf, under his desk, on top of file cabinets, in storage areas….His aim is to keep the haul away from larger, more aggressive wood aggregators! Will he ever use it? – one never knows – a proverbial mystery! What happens after the hunt, you might ask? He’ll go back to prowling alone – the mysterious, majestic black panther way!
That’s epic.
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Epic(!) is a good description - There is a lot to unravel in that story, for sure!
looks like i have quite the uphill battle
degree is in spinning......
a yarn
They say writing about your addictions is a good way to realize the depth they tare into your life and in to those around you....
Yeah. Talking about them can tear into your life too. Writing is much safer. Writing and then burning the paper before anyone can see it. No one needs to know where the Halloween candy went. It just… disappeared. My kids should eat a pear instead. If they don’t they can
disap (pear/
) and make some money to buy their own candy.
Admission of the problem is the 1st step!
Don't got no stoopid problem! I can quit any time!
The only way you'll stop is if you have been given "Holzverbot" (a wife-enforced ban from wood)
That there is one of them 4-lett.......errr........10-letter bad words!
)
But whence shall he go? They mightest say, thou canst take it to thy grave as money? Nay! But though mightest build thy casket from it, or yet have thine kinfolk kindle thine funeral pyre with it.