Tuesday, December 29, 2009

cussing at the top of my joy

nelida and co will farm with me next year! they wanted to dig a hole for new years to make some special meal. -holy shit thank you source- i showed them where we will dance and dry seed in the barn. i made them promise they would knock on my door every time.

(every time)

i started my business (wa-ubi, federal-ein, http://www.fns.usda.gov/fsp/) and have one more step before receiving the food stamp machine. what was that? a little rumble deep in the foundations. punk-punk. B Dawn.

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