Feel$ good to ¢olle¢t from a ne₩ $our¢e. Like fre$h i¢hor in the ole thum₱er.
You made this post two days ago but I am just now realizing you just referred to your blood as god blood.
$lo₩ on the dra₩.
I’ve been busy the last few days. Can I ask you a question without draining my piggy bank?
De₱end$ on the que$tion$, a$ al₩ay$.
Just curious why an Old One concerns himself with the little lives of the lowly mortals
₩hy doe$ an u₱right a₱e ¢on¢ern it$elf ₩ith the little biome$ ¢ra₩ling through it$ innard$? ₩hy doe$ an ari$to¢rat ¢are about thread ¢ount? ₩hy doe$ a king noti¢e mold in the ¢ellar, or a ¢a₱tain mind the barna¢le$? Be¢au$e $mall thing$, ¢a$₱er, are only $mall until they are numerou$, negle¢ted, or ex₱en$ive. Little live$ move money. Little mouth$ ¢arry name$. Little hand$ $ign ₱a₱er$, o₱en door$, ¢lo$e a¢¢ount$, and ferment ₩hen let be. Either into ₩ine or into $₱oilage. I do not ¢on¢ern my$elf ₩ith mortal$ be¢au$e I find them grand. I ¢on¢ern my$elf ₩ith them be¢au$e they are every₩here. And everything every₩here eventually be¢ome$ either a re$our¢e, a nui$an¢e, or a debt. A free le$$on in e¢onomi¢$ from one to another.
Thanks, did you know you’re one of like three people that makes my tummy hurt within three sentences of conversation?
You and your friend$ $hould take mind not to tread the $hore$, then.
Have my friends been bothering you too? I thought I was special.