What if we could treat each day as arriving on a new planet. What if each dawn was a new beginning on our own fresh, clean world. What if the grass or stone we walked on this morning had never been walked on before. How pure and clean life would feel. Just standing, looking up into …
Would you eat anything with a face? A jolly little gingerbread man with an icing smile? A jelly baby’s head? A fish cake? My cakey philosopher friend Chris explains that their very reason for being, is to be eaten. “They’re sad because they feel only fear, emptiness and despair in this world. You must complete them, and make them …
the crone 