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One thing becomes abundantly clear after rounding out the puppy party at the castle of the Incidental Occxie, somewhere upon the windswept Kantō plains of Japan. Clover and Seity are gifts from the tutelary deity and proud members of the Arctic sled-dog breed.
The true desire of our tutelary deity was to turn his ever-capable hand toward one of his great loves and share it with the community—this was the seminal moment in which he established Fili’s Deli.
Unfortunately for so many others in the close-knit communities of the rural Great White North during the 1970s, intellectual rigor was rare in for those trapped inside the horror chamber of industrial school mal-matriculation harm.
Wayne was born into a strategic role—the first son of six children, number three—appointed as the nominee to receive the corporeal discipline meted out by life in a house ruled by strong hands and deep emotions that informed those olden days.
A couple of puppies shape this child's life, teaching the importance of caring for those whose lot in life is significantly different from human avatars—an important study session—the subject of investigation—the meaning of life.
Just recently, Head Master Derek was overheard saying something that sounded absurd—I have only 1/3 of life left, having entering into the nifty 50s—what can this possibly mean?
Crossing into the farthest reaches of the Far East at just 23, demolished all previously constructed realities, flipping the incidental Occxie instantly into a functional illiterate, who could neither speak, write, nor read Japanese.
Through the skill of constant rejection, this Incidental Occxie found himself in the ice-cold call-dialing zone—where Yellow Pages once existed—practical Japanese language skills were inevitably honed.
What does it mean to love dogs so deeply that you’ve conjured up your own version of a high school girl’s dream—can anyone say—Siberian Husky ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶
Growing up in the snowy mountains of BC—informed the meaning of samui—comfort depends solely on a point of view the real crux today’s fable is in the way you choose to couch the way, as anything above minus 10℃ in BC feels like a fresh spring day.
In the early days of Apple in Japan, the first computer came via the Canon salesman—Macintosh IIci, Hewlett-Packard DeskWriter C, and Photoshop 1.0 to begin creating digital art—1.5 million yen for this innovative technology in 1989 sounded like a true bargain right from the start.
This Harvardtard bro, also the leader of a quirky group of business people who named themselves ‘fruits in suits,’ happened to be connected to the world of telomeres in the grand city of New York.
The abject failure of sub-standard instructors left this experimental class far behind, in essence, left for dead—in the blink of an eye, a merciless jackboot from behind—off to grade two with no reading skill, and no clue.
Maggie May has now been playing this phantasmagorical game for over eight decades, collecting eighty-four suns with many more to come, for she too, was mandated to follow the sun.
Too hot for a walk—what to do—my beloved puppy needs to stretch his legs and go for a jog—roasting hot at 06:00 on the dot—might just voluntarily succumb to the heat, balking at the walk admitting defeat.
True fortune is in the locus of the beholder, ban butsu, life in all things, organic, visceral, and surreal, exceptionally good fortune of pure energy had The Little Girl delivering the original Omega grandson to Kizuna Jinja Main Gate.
The seemingly insurmountable task of reading Japanese left this wayward student functionally illiterate for several years after arriving in the Land Of The Rising Son.
Memories can still clearly recall riding in their Datsun 510—three Japanese kids in the back—this Incidental Occxie riding shotgun—that’s a fact.
When the war ended he was tasked with the clean up and rebuilding of his family. Recorded April 15, 2020, you can hear Masatoshi Kodama talk for the first time about his experience as a child of war through the eyes of a 9 year-old child.
Dennis would travel great distances around North America to see all the contemporary music acts of the 70. He was also so very kind as to take a 14-year-old boy to the record store to buy Led Zeppelin IV.
Truly, one was also shocked to see Japanese children going to school on Saturday of all things! In the pristine mountains of Occxie-land, Saturday was clearly the first day of the coveted weekend, and going to the indoctrination center was the furtherest thing from this author’s mind.
Having grandson use the word “grandfather” will act as a permanent pronunciation exercise to haunt him throughout his life. Along with the extreme vexing “r” pronunciation at the beginning of “grandfather” it is also part of the double-consonant “gr.”
He made his way out of the darkness of poverty through the sheer force of his will and settled down in 1963, in a pristine paradise, which is referred to by the locals as “gods country.” Anyone who has had the joy of fly-fishing for rainbow trout, on a pristine mountain lake nestle in the alpine mountains of British Columbia, can understand the significance of such deep and meaningful childhood experiences.
