Encasing oreos in epoxy resin. Stir crazy, with too much time on my hands. Like "The Shining," only the snow is melted, and 400 feet deep, and you're floating in it.
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Embracing life, and whatever experiences it offers. Building the Daydream Hog Compound. The plans are congealing. The confluence of our energies is coalescing. The corned beef of our consciousness is careening. Any friend and family that does not have their key (I realize there are many of you, sorry), please shoot Old Macaroni Baby (Jack's DJ name) an email at livingstonebuilding@yahoo.com. Grazie.
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