Your daily dose of phytoncides

Sippin my coffee here, to get the phytoncides, one has to be outside in the woods not a city, town or village.

Ever see something, no words needed for you know, you just know, we are not the same

1964, each one with their own personality, these days, every one of them would be at a classic car show

It’s when Tesla came to mind

Zero personality, nothing here turns my head for a double look

It’s humpday, a little something concerning humpday, kinda sorta and somewhat

See this

Difference between that kid and me, I wasn’t smiling because I was busy dying

About the same age, Being a winter child born near Christmas, was a gathering at the house, Mistletoe hanging, Betty, better known as Bouncing Betty called me over wishin me happy birthday, she grabbed me, face mashed in tight with boobs holding me like a vice, her arms around me, all I could hear was muffled laughter, she wasn’t lettin go, finally she let go, I never went by her again. BB sang in church, she also along with husband did nightclub stuff.

Sippin a coffee here thinkin, if there is a way to die, humans will find it, if one has to die, death by boobs isn’t really a bad way to go