On this paper here, I try write across with that brown pen, then it only draw a really light of a brown mark there, then write with a red pen from the multi-color pens, then it lea... moreOn this paper here, I try write across with that brown pen, then it only draw a really light of a brown mark there, then write with a red pen from the multi-color pens, then it leaving some spaces between the red pen line, then what should I do with these pens here-so it can write again?Should I try taking it apart?-I may see where the attached pieces on the pen where I might could take it apart from.?Or do I may just have to buy new brown & red pens?I probably want to try to find a way to see if I might can try getting the pen to be working again before I start to buy another pen! less
and what is the longest, continuous running, still in the family, business in the world?Hint - They both manufacture the same product and both are still in business to this day.
Well I've had flying dreams that I could actually fly but many times the destination I chose carefully would leave me upright in a sparse sort of burn this bidge building down type... moreWell I've had flying dreams that I could actually fly but many times the destination I chose carefully would leave me upright in a sparse sort of burn this bidge building down type of dirty room somewhere. In some God forsaken big white thrown together in a day hopeless hell hotel. I very much recall an ugly filthy dusgusting dilapidated and grungy and very isolated many-roomed clapboard house in a scarily lonely barren room I end up in, no one was around me. Many of all the high up rooms I saw were barren and isolation with a cold feeling attached with me and it was all soiled bad and dingy in there. While in that isolated part of the house I remember feeling trepidation that someone unknown was around but I didn't know where and I could hear their echoing voices. I felt alone liked I was doomed in a dirty crappy isolated house like death. Nothing nice about it ominous voices trap. less
How do I not intimidate anybody with my rich and branching tapestry of readily shared knowledge which may intimidate the less enlightened? Meh.
... moreHow do I not intimidate anybody with my rich and branching tapestry of readily shared knowledge which may intimidate the less enlightened? Meh.
"Once upon a time, in a hidden corner of a bustling city, there lay a quaint little bookstore named “The Curiosity Cabinet.” It was a place where the walls were lined with shelves that seemed to reach for the heavens, filled with tomes that spoke of distant lands, bygone eras, and philosophies that tickled the intellect. This was not just any bookstore; it was a sanctuary for knowledge seekers and dreamers alike.
The store was owned by a gentle soul named Alistair, an erudite gentleman in his sixties, whose love for literature and history permeated every nook and cranny of the place. Alistair had always believed that knowledge should be a bridge, not a wall. With the wisest of hearts, he welcomed everyone into his domain, eager to share stories that transcended age and background.
One sunny afternoon, as golden rays poured through the aged windows, a curi... less
