You know, this may sound not-serious, but all of you people on Heapers have to be the most decent people I have ever met. Like, in real life, they all have thinly veiled facades that make them seem like okay people, but just when I think they are normal people, I figure out they are pedophiliacs, necrophiliacs, white supremacists, drug dealers, sociopathic alcoholics or deluded zealots.
they all have thinly veiled facades that make them seem like okay people, but just when I think they are normal people, I figure out they are pedophiliacs, necrophiliacs, white supremacists, drug dealers, sociopathic alcoholics or deluded zealots.
Due to our apathetic police force and the morals of the locals it tends to happen, alot. Wish I could move to one of your cities. Most people say the crazies live in heavily populated areas, but judging from the community here I think it's the other way around.
Like many, I shall now cleanse my hands of the deed, with a change of Palettes, all those who wish for the protection of the Mods, bow down before me, bow down before your ruler. ~ Antiquituous Uylessior.
Now, now, salvation is the goal that drives these mortals down the road that's lead them before us. The signs are all in place for their great transcendence, let us watch as they pay tribute onto us with their lives. ~Princess Centrilion Avenus.
And that's my interpretation on why the site is now blue. ~Prelude to a Clock.
and then justice was like "v'room v'room" and drove his uhh car and uhhh nanny was like "screech" and uhhh they cars crashed, but santa was there and he gave them first aid kits because he was giving presents to Morgen Gorden and because santa was a good guy thats why he gave them it, and then they started talking and what they were saying was apaula, apaula, sorrys to each others and they made up and ate cake that nanny had in his car.
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 is becoming an alicorn like Twilight Sparkle's equivalent of getting a Ph.D.or something?
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
If humans were to get robotic implants within my life-time, the first thing they'd work on, in my opinion, are the eyes. Such a useful tool eyes are, but their limits are well-known.
Thus if robotics were to be used to improve one quality, it would be the eyes.
According to legend, St. Paul was settled by trappers, many of them French or French-Canadian. Just as legendary is the Montreal dish poutine, in which French fries are combined with cheese curds and gravy in a way that tests the skills of Canada’s famed national health service. But of all the versions of poutine ever made in Minnesota, the Strip Club’s is the only one worth busting your diet for: The gravy is just like your great-great grandma used to make, only gussied up with truffles and earthy-tasting potatoes and tangy real cheese. Is it the spirit of those old trappers that makes the Strip Club’s poutine so good? Perhaps, but let this story serve as an alert to the citizens of Minneapolis: Those seeking the most craveable poutine in the Cities have good reason to portage east. ☛ 378 Maria Ave., St. Paul, 651-793-6247
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really though I'm not
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Poor girl. :o
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Now, now, salvation is the goal that drives these mortals down the road that's lead them before us. The signs are all in place for their great transcendence, let us watch as they pay tribute onto us with their lives. ~Princess Centrilion Avenus.
And that's my interpretation on why the site is now blue. ~Prelude to a Clock.
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Thus if robotics were to be used to improve one quality, it would be the eyes.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
I am 100% sure of this and it is a sad fact.