"we'll be together in our bear's cave, and our squirrel's dray, and we'll live on honey, and nuts--lots and lots of nuts. and we'll sing songs about ourselves--about warm trees and snug caves, and lying in the sun. and you'll keep those big eyes on my fur, and help me keep my claws in order, because i'm a bit of a sloppy, scruffy sort of a
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There's a story here about a family that make a huge pot of soup and then they just sleep and cuddle all winter, and periodically somebody gets up and stokes the fire and has a bowl of soup and goes back to bed but basically it's like My Version of Heaven.
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it's no good fooling about with love, you know. you can't fall into it like a soft job without dirtying up your hands. it takes muscle and guts. if you can't bear the thought of messing up your nice tidy soul, you better give up the whole idea of life and become a saint, because you'll never make it as a human being. it's either this world... or the next.
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Without many job prospects I've been tempted to just...hibernate.
Alas, I'm not a bear. I DO get a regular robo-call from one debt collector at 7:52AM that wakes me up.
Hope you are well.
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xoo,
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