You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
it's like a dream, you try to remember but it's gone, then ya
try to scream but it only comes out as a yawn, when ya
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
The fridge in the break room is running with literally nothing in it but a bottle of salad dressing and a packet of salad dressing from Wendy's. The freezer is completely empty, too.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
*looks up from Kindle, which is proudly displaying The Princess's Guide to Modern Cannibalism, Volume 1*
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
FM, you need an imaginary friend named Fictional Minnesota
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Funny, my sister used to have an imaginary friend named Sam, too.
Mine was named Mary Jane...sometimes. Other times <em>I</em> was Mary Jane, because I wanted to be the girl...yeah...
So anyway, there's this tiny sewage treatment plant right smack in the middle of PWC that serves an equally tiny planned community right on the Occoquan Reservoir. For years, looking at the maps, I thought it was an old-style, aerated lagoon plant with a small headworks and a septic-style drainfield, but it turns out it's a bit more advanced than that.
PWCSA is going to replace the plant, and they had an engineering firm study it and see whether it'd be better to upgrade it, or replace it with a pumping station and wire it to the big plant on the Potomac. It turns out the existing plant is rather unique; it's a pretty standard, dual-channel package plant (and an old one, too; this thing must be 40 years old at least), but instead of going directly into the Occoquan (which I'm sure Fairfax Water would not have been happy about), the effluent is sent to a holding basin, treated again with chlorine, and then sprayed onto a stand of trees, like the sprinklers on a golf course (think "opening credits of Caddyshack"). Pretty innovative for its time, I'd say.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
That's probably the same storm we had here a couple hours ago, Lazuli.
I had the misfortune of being on the road at the time...at some points the rain was so heavy all I could see was water with some little red lights poking out of it. O_O
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
Wow. I can definitely understand why you'd be worried, Lazuli. I hope everyone's okay.
The line between life and death is very, very thin.
This thought always comes up in my mind when I'm feeling depressed. Life feels so fragile. Existence itself feels like a false move could shatter it all.
What we have is a precious gift, and it is our responsibility to use it as best as we can
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
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Time drugs!
PUT MORE THINGS IN IT
ALL OF THE THINGS
This webcomic is ok, kinda variable quality.
there's a thunderstorm going on outside right now.
Shit levels approaching "real" quickly.
I really should've gone with my mom to her doctor's appointment today.
What if she gets hurt and I'm not there to help her? This really is a terrible storm. :(
If there's actually a font out there that includes it, it should show up here: 💩
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
This thought always comes up in my mind when I'm feeling depressed. Life feels so fragile. Existence itself feels like a false move could shatter it all.
What we have is a precious gift, and it is our responsibility to use it as best as we can
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
You are beautiful
Accept it
My mom is fine.
I on the other hand feel as though I've been hit with a hammer in the chest and am not sure why.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
There. We have a dual-axis plane with an intersection.
WHY?
WHY????
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Well
Pinkie Pie's parents being Amish would explain things.
le sigh