Words don’t disappear. Yo and mack daddy are excellent examples.

To what extent is vocabulary, the whole realm of understanding, acquired with consent? Not sure why that’s a question. All need, yes… yes, all, needs a form of communication.

To have such a direct voice and I use it indirectly, or to no one in particular.

Choose passive dictate sometimes. It’s more suitable for shroudery.

No need for mo(u)lding beyond the fun you’re having with it.

That’s a “bone” — J- or old-school, residuals.

I’m kite-flying with the kite a bit below. Strings fully attached in hand.

On Flight Simulator. Control over expression. Remote. 117 MHz.

Channel 55, AUX1, to anxiously flip to when I should be asleep.

Who’s to say the level of health in this; for me, it’s the changing. Minimal complaints though. It’s lit.

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Not officially made of butter, but you catch drift

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