Same. Never would have occurred to me to describe the onomatopoeia that way.
Blood rain, giblets, and warm bullet casings
Mild, sharp, and sharper cheese tastings
Metal dudes shredding their taut guitar strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Same. Never would have occurred to me to describe the onomatopoeia that way.
Here’s a secret: the left path doesn’t exist. I have a great job that I love the actual work of. But people and bullshit beyond the minutiae get in the way and make me unhappy. I suspect every job is like that, I cannot fathom anything that isn’t. I imagine any answer to the contrary is backed up by independent wealth or outside funding. But please prove me wrong. Give me hope.