two pen piss nativity illiterate in love language
Hello Dear Readers,
Today I have done all the chores (shopping, blah blah blah..) and then I have walked my doggie..
As of now I have probably walked over 11 km... during the day...I guess I deserved a good cold one...
My feet are sore and gasping for air after being long time in the socks and in shoe...
Reader I freed them immediately...they told me that they missed to walk on the snow...
My feet are rebel reader...They took me to places...they even kept me warm and refused to froze even in the mountains high above in my climbs...
where every other feet was fighting with frostbites, my feet made themselves cozy comfortable and warm...
They like to walk freely on the grass and on soil...They like to run and climb a big tree...
They push the pedals of a bicycle like there is no tomorrow...
reader I am glad my feet are my feet and I cherish them as they are
even when they are stinking terribly because they need to be closed whole day in a damp container called shoe...
My toes are a close family, they rarely separate from one another...
the toe family usually help me grasp things from the ground as if they were competing with my hands...
Like they are sending a message to my hands..."look buddy, ground is our domain...don't come here...we got this!"
...and reader this concludes today's writing....
I need to tend my feet and show some affection to them...please don't get jealous...
also I have a new record to listen to...
Climbing gnosis,
bambazoled on peach crib?
Rake whey hare the unholy bing!
Bolding my art sill therein bits rage.
Mend tan only hope text crimson,
two bold pen pissed naivety,
bold illiteracy in love language.
King H. Ironson
PS: "its good to see you back reader from Germany 😘"
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