The “it’s a new day in protein wisdom land! The sun is (metaphorically) shining! Kindly wood nymphs are (metaphorically) copulating like little winged bunnies on X” post
I feel fresh today. Lighter, somehow. And not just psychically, either. It’s as if some kindly fellow had taken a heavy sack filled with all sort of accumulated dross off my back and told me he was off to recycle it in order to help save the planet, given that we humans produce too much waste, and even our exhalation is a poison that needs to be carefully monitored and sufficiently controlled.
– And then I got to shoot him in the back, field strip his carcass, and make a fine belt out of his salt cured love handles.
That kind of lighter.
You know what I mean? It’s invigorating, almost.
Plus, watching wood nymphs screwing is like watching porn without the stigma of actually watching porn. Because they are just wood nymphs, after all. And nature is beautiful, even in its base, instinctual earthiness. Perfectly captured in an aggressive, visceral wood nymph threesome played out to mocking birds tweeting a medley of Red Hot Chili Peppers songs.
So. My day has started well. You?