Natashaaaaargh Kindred
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Problems merchant - international shipping • Poet and artist in triumphant distress • Reliquary archives a specialty • World's worst Catholic since 2023 ❤️‍🔥 Does howtheemailfoundme.bsky.social https://allthehoursgodsends.wordpress.com
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Me: sorry I only work here I don’t own the building.

Energy provider: ok, is there a site manager around I can talk to?

Me: he…can’t come to the phone right now actually
A reliquary containing a relic of St Francis of Assisi
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Someone in the crowd: “Go Cubs!”

Pope Leo XIV: “Han perdido! They lost!”
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The email has found me running through the reeking crypt, pursued by a gurgle of rotten laughter. I *must* reach the coffin before the sand runs out. I am the last of the team-building exercise still alive, Dom from HR has just been lost to the mechanical spider with eight black garnets for eyes.
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Yesterday my etsy shop had preciously one view. (And i think that was probably me) If you like my stuff please repost. An eccentric millionaire with lots of empty wall space could be scrolling your timeline right now. marswasrubbish.etsy.com/listing/1579...
One of my prints “And now we’ll abseil down the other side” Shows a mountain that’s actually a monster with abseilers on top of it.
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I think I have the right one, Whatsapped x
♥️♥️♥️ I don’t have DMs here because I won’t do the age thing yet but I have messaged you.
‘Soft life’ this, ‘slowmaxxing’ that, I have a thing called Spider Mode which is where I sit in the corner in darkness waiting for a supermarket delivery and when I’m in Spider Mode I have some of my best Thoughts.
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The email has found me stumbling through the undergrowth, gasping, thorns catching my coat. The stories are true, Vanya! I crept to the glade where the women meet and saw their faces change in the firelight, from lovely maidens to the feathered round death-stare of owls.
Tramadol really is an interesting drug. At some point in the night I met myself from the future and bought a second hand banjo.
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The email has found me blending in seamlessly at the conference, vast hat covering my auxiliary eyes. I extend a friendly tendril to the facilitator. ‘Fortuitous time allocation, ape, commence bonding! I too enjoy the consumption of essential minerals.’ I’m nailing it.
It will be when I’ve finished with it
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"Love for the Lord is one with love for the poor (5)." #PopeLeoXIV #DilexiTe #RememberThePoor
Back on the Tramadol. If anyone needs anything from the far reaches of space, I am currently loitering in the fruit aisle.
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The email has found me waking from drugged darkness, chained to a chair at the head of a long table laden with jewelled cups and a rich banquet. The smell of roasted meat is mouth-watering, dizzying, but mingles with unspeakable rot. Every other seat is occupied by things that were once men.
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cry havoc and let slip the frogs of war
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I know what he means about dying a thousand deaths.
RIP Henry VIII you would have loved the Channel Tunnel
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The email has found me frantically anointing the bones - worn smooth as ice by time - with oils of cypress and myrrh as the hollow shrieking behind the iron doors to the lower crypt intensifies. I am the last of the team-building exercise left alive, Dom from HR has just been lost to the scarabs.
Eglantine, Eglantine, oh, how you shine!