Breakfast cereal is a big source of poisoning and subliminal programming. An ominous, relatively new addition into mass-market cereals is the raisin.
A disgusting, pustular piece of mock-meat stuck into the unnatural purity of sterilized, processed grain, the raisin sticks out like a sore thumb. Can it be just a whim of manufacturers to insert a piece of revolting fruit to make the cereal appear more healthy, more organic? Unlikely.
The reason for the raisin's epidemic appearance in cereal is to get the population used to eating flesh-like items, for the days shortly after nuclear Armageddon when the masses must eat others' flesh to live.
Breakfast cereal is a big source of poisoning and subliminal programming. An ominous, relatively new addition into mass-market cereals is the raisin.
A disgusting, pustular piece of mock-meat stuck into the unnatural purity of sterilized, processed grain, the raisin sticks out like a sore thumb. Can it be just a whim of manufacturers to insert a piece of revolting fruit to make the cereal appear more healthy, more organic? Unlikely.
The reason for the raisin's epidemic appearance in cereal is to get the population used to eating flesh-like items, for the days shortly after nuclear Armageddon when the masses must eat others' flesh to live.
There is a microcosmic amount of radiation purposefully placed into many health and beauty products such as deodorant, to increase tolerance for radiation, as the nuclear reactors around the globe burst and decay and feed man deadly daily doses of atomic death. This is also good preparation for the coming holocaust.
Learning to live with radiation is also the goal of the patently dangerous microwave oven, now a staple in the middle-class home. It seems duly curious that a mere decade after microwave technology was declared by numerous thinktanks to be too toxic for the mass market, the planet was flooded with the boxes of death. Soon, all will own one.
Did they make the microwave safer? Certainly not. They just made them more palatable to forgetful mass man. Even today, should one mention toxic radiation to a microwave owner, he will laugh in your face even as his skin twitches from a secret atomic scourge.
It is someone who doesn't understand the English language as well as he thinks he does.
Man's foodstuffs are designed with addiction in mind. His inability to function intelligently can be seen in the infantile, insurmountable addiction to edibles. Rather than change faulty, life-threatening eating habits by avoiding the offending substance, man, purveyor to his own despair, spends enormous time and energy promoting synthetic imitations of the coveted contraband.
Consider the sad addict who eats organic, overpriced sesame chips because he was never able to conquer his craving for greasy potato chips, or the poor fool whose disgusting love of bacon leads him to eat laughably tasteless, chemically dangerous parodies of the execrable strips of slain pork fat. Having never been able to remove the addiction, man is prone to absurd and foolhardy surrogates of the cherished object of addiction.
Likewise, food staples are often not what they appear to be. Carbohydrates, touted as the givers of energy, are addictive in quality and inflame man's neurotic gluttony.
Rock music stations have one goal in mind: the degeneration of brain cells, to facilitate mass-think in zombie men. Rock stations solicit and conquer already low-mentality, dysfunctional flotsam, primarily teens and mental defectives, and further degenerate their feeble brains with an assault of earsplitting dissonance and sophisticated subliminal messagry.
The basic aim is to create a non-thinking, reactionary individual, who merely responds to the stimuli of his life and culture, rather than taking control of it and thinking for himself. These brain-dead goons make hard-fucking, hard-working citizens, and in conglomerate they make mean armies too. Thus the preponderance of rock and roll "fans" in the military, and in the construction industries.
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
Apparently, your weight (your mass times gravity) is a force in the direction towards the center of the earth. Because you are not falling through the ground to the center of the earth, gravity has been successfully opposed.
In short, the floor is literally exerting a force in the opposite direction of gravity on you, because otherwise you would fall through the floor.
Apparently, your weight (your mass times gravity) is a force in the direction towards the center of the earth. Because you are not falling through the ground to the center of the earth, gravity has been successfully opposed.
In short, the floor is literally exerting a force in the opposite direction of gravity on you, because otherwise you would fall through the floor.
" Certainly,” said the supervisor, tapping his forehead with his finger in order to indicate to the staff the state the hunger artist was in, “we forgive you.” “I always wanted you to admire my fasting,” said the hunger artist. “But we do admire it,” said the supervisor obligingly. “But you shouldn’t admire it,” said the hunger artist. “Well then, we don’t admire it,” said the supervisor, “but why shouldn’t we admire it?” “Because I had to fast. I can’t do anything else,” said the hunger artist. “Just look at you,” said the supervisor, “why can’t you do anything else?” “Because,” said the hunger artist, lifting his head a little and, with his lips pursed as if for a kiss, speaking right into the supervisor’s ear so that he wouldn’t miss anything, “because I couldn’t find a food which tasted good to me. If had found that, believe me, I would not have made a spectacle of myself and would have eaten to my heart’s content, like you and everyone else.”"
long dead discussion: everyone sucked in the past. me more than most, because i used to suck, then didnt suck so much, then started sucking more, in a different way. you can blame a lot of outside factors and shit as well but it still happened and i still sucked
i still suck now but i am getting better and maybe by the time i am about 50 or so i wont suck. that would be a good achievement for anyone. about everyone, in the world, sucks.
most of you here (that i used to know) suck much less than you once did. well done on that!!
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The most illegally downloaded artist in Barrow is Duran Duran
I don't see the problem.
Duran Duran are an alright band.
ftfy
A disgusting, pustular piece of mock-meat stuck into the unnatural purity of sterilized, processed grain, the raisin sticks out like a sore thumb. Can it be just a whim of manufacturers to insert a piece of revolting fruit to make the cereal appear more healthy, more organic? Unlikely.
The reason for the raisin's epidemic appearance in cereal is to get the population used to eating flesh-like items, for the days shortly after nuclear Armageddon when the masses must eat others' flesh to live.
Learning to live with radiation is also the goal of the patently dangerous microwave oven, now a staple in the middle-class home. It seems duly curious that a mere decade after microwave technology was declared by numerous thinktanks to be too toxic for the mass market, the planet was flooded with the boxes of death. Soon, all will own one.
Did they make the microwave safer? Certainly not. They just made them more palatable to forgetful mass man. Even today, should one mention toxic radiation to a microwave owner, he will laugh in your face even as his skin twitches from a secret atomic scourge.
Man's foodstuffs are designed with addiction in mind. His inability to function intelligently can be seen in the infantile, insurmountable addiction to edibles. Rather than change faulty, life-threatening eating habits by avoiding the offending substance, man, purveyor to his own despair, spends enormous time and energy promoting synthetic imitations of the coveted contraband.
Consider the sad addict who eats organic, overpriced sesame chips because he was never able to conquer his craving for greasy potato chips, or the poor fool whose disgusting love of bacon leads him to eat laughably tasteless, chemically dangerous parodies of the execrable strips of slain pork fat. Having never been able to remove the addiction, man is prone to absurd and foolhardy surrogates of the cherished object of addiction.
Likewise, food staples are often not what they appear to be. Carbohydrates, touted as the givers of energy, are addictive in quality and inflame man's neurotic gluttony.
The basic aim is to create a non-thinking, reactionary individual, who merely responds to the stimuli of his life and culture, rather than taking control of it and thinking for himself. These brain-dead goons make hard-fucking, hard-working citizens, and in conglomerate they make mean armies too. Thus the preponderance of rock and roll "fans" in the military, and in the construction industries.
The purpose of this is obviously to kill brain cells, he may have a point.
Granted, it's not even 11 AM where he is...
Entertain me, you jerks!
In short, the floor is literally exerting a force in the opposite direction of gravity on you, because otherwise you would fall through the floor.
In a way, the floor itself is pushing you up.
Sorry for the screams of pain, that was shockingly poor conduct.
Bayformers are lameformers.
Here's how you do an awesome Transformer.
fuck yeah robot t-rex.
Science is cool.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Ohm my gosh, it Hertz.
Certainly,” said the supervisor, tapping his forehead with his finger in order to indicate to the staff the state the hunger artist was in, “we forgive you.” “I always wanted you to admire my fasting,” said the hunger artist. “But we do admire it,” said the supervisor obligingly. “But you shouldn’t admire it,” said the hunger artist. “Well then, we don’t admire it,” said the supervisor, “but why shouldn’t we admire it?” “Because I had to fast. I can’t do anything else,” said the hunger artist. “Just look at you,” said the supervisor, “why can’t you do anything else?” “Because,” said the hunger artist, lifting his head a little and, with his lips pursed as if for a kiss, speaking right into the supervisor’s ear so that he wouldn’t miss anything, “because I couldn’t find a food which tasted good to me. If had found that, believe me, I would not have made a spectacle of myself and would have eaten to my heart’s content, like you and everyone else.”"
long dead discussion: everyone sucked in the past. me more than most, because i used to suck, then didnt suck so much, then started sucking more, in a different way. you can blame a lot of outside factors and shit as well but it still happened and i still sucked
i still suck now but i am getting better and maybe by the time i am about 50 or so i wont suck. that would be a good achievement for anyone. about everyone, in the world, sucks.
most of you here (that i used to know) suck much less than you once did. well done on that!!
a better post than the one above
http://cultso.com/artist-takes-every-drug-known-to-man-draws-self-portraits-after-each-use/