tyb for this, dare i say, stupendous bread.
Who let the dogs out?
last time?… tomorrow is soonday anon. everyone knows that.
How dare you profane the name of our Prophet!
Long live CodeMonkeyZ!
I lived with my grandmother until I was six, and she was the centre of my world. My parents were communists, but my grandmother hated communists. She was highly spiritual – in the morning she would light a candle and pray. There was a feeling of peace and tranquillity and that stayed with me for a long time. But from my mother and father I got everything to do with willpower and courage and the idea that your life isn’t important, what matters is the cause your life is there for, its purpose. That combination of spirituality and communism is what made me.