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When I was 12 years old, a cashier at the Dollar Tree told me, “money is the root of all evil” as she rang up my candy. From the lines on her face I knew she was speaking hard truth. She and the Buddha are the reason I don’t worry about my bank account.

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I have no work ethic or creative drive anymore because where I live is very beautiful and the weather is nice. I miss what my shitty small town brought out of me. This is why the UK makes such good art.

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Not a lot going on at the moment. I’ve mostly been simmering pork belly, pickling carrots and daikon, and making homemade banh mi with duck liver pâté. I wanted to go to culinary school until I learned it was for men with personality disorders.

Not a lot going on at the moment. I’ve mostly been simmering pork belly, pickling carrots and daikon, and making homemade banh mi with duck liver pâté. I wanted to go to culinary school until I learned it was for men with personality disorders.
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if you gave as much thought to invasive grasses and unsustainable agricultural practices as you did commercials you’d be a much more interesting person

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I have a few problems, but none of them are actually that serious. Almost no problems are actually that serious except for fixing your soul and emulating Jesus. And if you go about this the right way it can actually fix you, which is something I refused to accept for a long time.

I have a few problems, but none of them are actually that serious. Almost no problems are actually that serious except for fixing your soul and emulating Jesus. And if you go about this the right way it can actually fix you, which is something I refused to accept for a long time.