Stone clearing with Richard Herring. I smell the blood of an asylum

The asylum

Bum on there I play so beautifully.

Fee by fothum, I smell the blood of an asylum.

Hey, you, you're such a pedant, you got as much brain as a dead ant,

as much imagination as a caravan sight well hello welcome to chapter 49 of stone clearing

and walking the dog um it's 1147 a m it's It's December 31st, 2019.

It's a time to remember the stone, the ancient stone god, anus.

This is the beginning of the new year. It only looks forwards, doesn't look backwards, because if you're stone-caring, it's quite embarrassing.

To look backwards, you look forwards at what is to be done, not backwards of what has not been done.

The month of Annury was initially named after him, though it has been subverted by gods that came afterwards.

But, yeah, we will be looking forward, not backwards,

forward to the time the field is empty of stones.

And I look forward to that day, a look of surprise on the farmer's

faces he suddenly said, I'm going, what's the change about the field? Wow, no stones.

And I don't know if that's what something he wants. I imagine it is. Who'd want stones on their field?

But when that finally happens, he's got to be impressed at least,

at the very, very least.

Of course, human years are very different to stone years.

Stones don't really bother with such small increments as a year to them. That is just the

flicker of a bit of soil over their bodies. They talk about eons really, but it's nice for us humans to acknowledge another year has passed.

Another year of the stones that clear. I'm not looking backwards.

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