One of my favorite things about my daily walk around the neighborhood is overhearing snippets of conversations people have in the street, on their porch, etc. They don’t know me, I don’t know them, and they have no idea I can even hear what they are saying. It’s one of the few times where you can be convinced you’re not just living in The Matrix, that there is indeed a world outside of your own consciousness. Which is a comforting thought, if you ask me.
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Overheard snipper of conversation: “No, wait . . . oh, there? Hard? That’s not hard!“
Gargoyle stew: boiled bat’s livers, two ounces of powdered goat horn or eye mucous (it breaks down the same), four ounces of chipmunk stomach acid (found at most good bait & hunting stores in east europe), nine fried cockroaches, Listerene (capful) and a lobster. enjoy