
Have you made your offering to the Great Plum this year?
“In written pain and summer’s due
From tilled soil and dawning’s vibrant hue
So the god of Plums speaks to you.”
Have you made your offering to the Great Plum this year?
“In written pain and summer’s due
From tilled soil and dawning’s vibrant hue
So the god of Plums speaks to you.”
Too much information, Pirate.
It’s official. I’m going insane. I’ve started talking to plants in my sleep-deprived delirium — soon I’ll be wearing underwear on my head and running around screaming at squirrels.
In context, I was just insulting a particularly painful stick I stepped on while running, but it bears insight into my mental health. Spring is coming.