If, after I depart this vale, you ever remember me and have thought to please my ghost, forgive some sinner and wink your eye at some homely girl.
The attitude is we live and let live. This is actually an amazing change in values in a rather short time and it's an example of freedom from religion.
Someone cool (@ smearg on Twitter) made a "whip-up your own Alcremie" game 🍦
Here is mine 🍵a personification of my insomnia-inducing morning matcha 😅
Create yours here <smearg.itch.io/alcremie> and share it 💟
But for money and the need of it, there would not be half the friendship in the world. It is powerful for good if divinely used. Give it plenty of air and it is sweet as the hawthorn; shut it up and it cankers and breeds worms.
Know the story, Know the Artist.
Full article via Mirror (link below👇)
“IT’S GOD’S FAULT
Adopted at birth, I don’t have any information about my biological parents, I didn’t even spend not even 5 min in the arms of my biological mother. Fortunately, On July 14th, 1989 I came to be part of a beautiful, loving, and numerous family, there was no space for me to think or wonder where I really came from. Grew up surrounded by a lot of cousins and family friends spending our weekends on exciting family gatherings and trips. Mostly in the countryside, Valle del Cauca and Antioquia to be exact, here in my homeland, Colombia. The love I experienced from them, all my family, and from life itself was sufficient, at least it felt that at that time.
Mom always talked to me about God, he lived in heaven and he was the best basically, well you know, what they generally teach us about what God is. She also told me that he loved me so much that he gave me two moms, she said that he even had angels that always took care of us. I loved my life, I had everything, I loved God, I grew up in a wealthy and numerous family, I was happy. That was, until the day my dad was murdered, right in front of me in Mexico DF when I was about to turn 5 years old. I dodge automatic rifle bullets since then, my little brother and I were sitting in the back seat of the car when shots started raining in the car.”
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