More clutter

It's a clumbsy ineligant mechanism, but I think I could come up with a few uses for it.

*click*

Wanna buy the pretty things so I can take them apart and make nifty stuff with the peices.

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I'm intolerant of intolerance, paradooxically funny but not. Next time less vocally so might be better.

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mmmm opening credits of Watchmen. Is good.

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just how much copper do I have to patina to get enough for a pigment, jeesh. That reminds me... herbs.

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This ladies and gentlemen is what my mind does over the course of fifteen seconds (not mins you fool, that would be a nice casual thought pace), it's a bit of a wonder that I get anything done, or can function at all.

The secrets are: write some of it down to declutter, do some of it quickly to get it off the list, and alchemy (find it's connections to other ideas and transmute it using other ideas).


But for now we must sleep, and apply ourselves to bringing directed and focused action to bare on the recent backlouge in me noggin. til then...

Take care of yourselves,
Roving Jack