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
So there's this street in my neighborhood where they're doing some kind of repairs
And they put up a sign that says
SIDEWALK CLOSED
USE OTHER SIDE
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But then if you look
The sidewalk on the other side is blocked off too
I need to get a picture of this, it's funnier if you see it
bitch please i grew up in a house with a father who is a parliamentary journalist and a mother who was debate champion of her entire state and is a trained lawyer
We were sitting on a dilapidated seventeenth-century tomb in the late afternoon of an autumn day at the old burying ground in Arkham, and speculating about the unnamable. Looking toward the giant willow in the cemetery, whose trunk had nearly engulfed an ancient, illegible slab, I had made a fantastic remark about the spectral and unmentionable nourishment which the colossal roots must be sucking from that hoary, charnel earth; when my friend chided me for such nonsense and told me that since no interments had occurred there for over a century, nothing could possibly exist to nourish the tree in other than an ordinary manner. Besides, he added, my constant talk about "unnamable" and "unmentionable" things was a very puerile device, quite in keeping with my lowly standing as an author
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."
He Who Must Not Be Named did great things. Terrible, yes, but great.
"Leck Mich Im Arsch" (allegedly translates as "Lick me in the arse")
what do you mean 'allegedly', pitchfork? that is literally what it translates to. he wrote another piece called 'lick me in the ass nice and clean' with lyrics about how he enjoys having his ass licked nice and clean. he also enjoyed writing poems about shitting in beds and then sending said poems to his family members. mozart was kinda fond of poop and butts, no allegedly about it
Headed off to work where I can spend seven hours looking like an incompetent fuck in front of people much older than me, all the while wishing I was home so I could just get some damn sleep.
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."
Lazuli: You're probably not going to see this for a while, but you sound rather stressed out. I hope you feel better soon.
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Well to know that you'd have to know what not being alive is like to compare it to being miserable.
Which you, really, couldn't know.
Also I'm not sure how you determined that I was suicidal or something out of that, I'm not. Just annoyed right now.
Like that.
Is this a trick question.
Before you were conceived you did not exist.
You do not exist after you die.
Therefore the two states must be quite similar.
Okay.
and this has....what, exactly to do with what I said?
Okay then I have no real idea of what point you're trying to make.
I was just saying that in order to compare existing to not existing, you'd have to know what the latter is like.
debatable
debatableI'm one meeeeannnnn debater.
^^ *immature obvious joke*
>Psychology Today
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Damn this music video is trippy as hell.
"Steve Aoki featuring Kid Cudi and Travis Barker"
I didn't think it was possible to get weirder than "Li'l Wayne featuring Tech N9ne"
0_0
don't knock Samuel Beckett
damn ous mal own so much
Headed off to work where I can spend seven hours looking like an incompetent fuck in front of people much older than me, all the while wishing I was home so I could just get some damn sleep.
I live a very sad life.