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My plants are happy. When I sleep I can hear them growing.

My good friend Cat sometimes sings this in one of his songs:
"I don’t want no God on my lawn
Just a flower I can help along
’cause the soul of no body knows
How a flower grows... oh how a flower grows."

...and I like it.

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People have already invented:
wheelbarrows
cheese food

wallets
scroll bars
(*dust does not count because we only make it, not invent it...)
urinals

glyphs
cake with three or more layers
frosting that sits between the second and third layers of said cake
guitars with wooden bridges

licorice (the confection, silly...)
(...not sulphur, galena, or phosphorous)
the word "YIKES!"
hope
people who are nice to me (this does not mean that they have to smell good, but that is also nice)

the claret cup


[ step back! step back! ]

markers.

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I have recently wanted to recreate the legendary armband, Draupnir, of the mighty Sky Father, Óðinn. I don't know how to do that, but it's on my list of things to do. Along with that is constructing a beading loom and the process of finding, mining, and purifying copper ore to make a crude axe. Then I'd be a Viking.

Óðinn also had a horse called Sleipnir. It has eight legs.