I'm posting this tonight because I know I'll be feeling more sensible in the morning. To the moot, I'm the one with the banana. I stuck to gin this time & we had the most outrageous time. Before Google what did we do in the pub? Oh yes, I remember, we smoked. I am amazed at what a common fetish sex with nuns is, whereas googling 'monk sex' got an article about a Buddhist monk who collapsed in flagrante with a dog. I'm not making any of this up.
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Do you see the cobbles on the streets? Everywhere you look, stone & rock. Can you imagine what it feels like to reach down with your bones & feel the living stones? The city is built on itself, all the cities that came before. Can you imagine how it feels to lie down on an ancient flagstone & feel the power of the rock buoying you up against the tug of the world? And that's where witchcraft begins. The stones have life, & I'm part of it. - adapted from Terry Pratchett
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