"Head in the clouds, but my gravity's centered"
-The Neighborhood
There is nothing that makes you confront the illogical nature of your sense of ethics like a mouse in a 5 gallon bucket. You've already been killing them quite directly but at least you didn't have to see it happen. And now that it is harmed and bucket bound you can't seem to muster what seems like the most ethical kill because it's icky. Checking online doesn't help too much. There's some real freaks who don't seem to care about the horror of mouse drowning. And though you can't disagree that it's not as bad as other methods "I wear gloves and crush their heads" just doesn't sit right. There seems to be a lot of protocols for labratory mice extermination involving gas euthenasia chambers. Carbon Dioxide, Nitrogen, Carbon Monoxide. If you could somehow manufacture a mouse portioned amount of CO you would. It seems the most pleasant. You're not willing to google that.
note if you will, my use of the second person to externalize my guilt
"You are here" The words of God rang out to Samuel J Butcher. Carthage, Missouri, 1984. He was standing on the land where he would birth the Precious Moments Chapel. And just five years later he revealed it to the world. 84 handpainted murals, 30 stained glass windows, four hand carved wooden doors, and one mans (And God's) dream.
While you're there, try a taste of Italy at their premiere Italian restaurant "Taste of Italy." Or immerse yourself in the beauty of the Missouri Ozarks in one of their two gardens (complete with what looks to be life size bronze and stone sculptures of all your favorite precious moments.) Stop by the gift shop, stated to be "the largest collection of Precious Moments merchandise under one roof." Purchase a chapel exclusive figurine and take the magic with you! And don't miss the photo-op in front of the 13' tall replica of "Make a Joyful Noise," one of the original 21 precious moments designs.
"Shall I compare thee to a summers day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate"
-Shakespeare
Each mile walked with Leslie Sansone is another step into her world. To Leslie, "walking" encompasses many bodily movements. In this place there is no running. An untrained walker might conflate her "boosted walk" with a run or a jog, but don't get it twisted. This double speak is just part of the fitness spell Leslie Sansone casts on devoted followers and casual participants alike. Her unnerving fake laughs and small talk with her backup walkers remind the viewer who is in charge. Leslie can giveth and Leslie can taketh away. But in the end, she doesn't do it for the fame, or the glory. She does it.. for you. I highly recommend this at home fitness regiment to anyone looking to dabble in bodily function and mobility.
There’s always something charmingly shitty about independent spiritualist websites. I enter them assuming there's a grift but a grift generally takes appearance of propriety more seriously. They’ve clearly gotten the functional basis of html down but the sense of taste resembles nothing that could be considered legitimate website design. Strangely cohesive as well. Maybe it’s a common set of restrictions on beginning site designers that produces the similarities between the websites. They’re almost always run by one person that needs a platform for their rambling thesis on the world. Achieving that kind of beautiful earnest hog slop seems to escape me though, despite having the requisite lack of html skills.
I’m extremely envious, doomed to be clawing at the walls I’ve put up in my mind that prevent me from taking myself seriously enough to crank out these kinds of self assured walls of text. .
An extremely detailed archive of Polly Pocket Toys from 1989-2002, complete with a 9/11 memorial
..and a look into a life of extreme privelege. A town home, a country cottage, a beach house, a theme park?? Eat the rich.