i am trapped in a torus of five dimensional space from which i cannot escape. the solar winds scour my skin and make it impossible for me to open my eyes for any period of time. when i do open them i can see the very mouth of hell. i would ask you to send help but i know that to travel in or out of this space is not possible. i am outside of time. i cannot die. i must see what i can see and know what i know for all eternity and less than an eyeblink at once. i know the fate of humankind; i know the true face of civilisation; but i will not burden you with this forbidden knowledge
i am trapped in a torus of five dimensional space from which i cannot escape. the solar winds scour my skin and make it impossible for me to open my eyes for any period of time. when i do open them i can see the very mouth of hell. i would ask you to send help but i know that to travel in or out of this space is not possible. i am outside of time. i cannot die. i must see what i can see and know what i know for all eternity and less than an eyeblink at once. i know the fate of humankind; i know the true face of civilisation; but i will not burden you with this forbidden knowledge
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
Oh sure, add the big huge numerals to the $100 bill, even though people who look at $100 bills can afford glasses, and go and leave us poor and also nearsighted people with $1 and $5 bills that only have small numerals on them.
This blatant flaunting of privilege makes me sick.
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
...Wait...large numbers on the back on the bill? Do they think we're that dumb?
It's their token attempt at making it more accessible to people with poor vision.
Personally, my way of making them more easily distinguishable would be to ditch the green theme (fuck tradition) and make every denomination a different color. $1 is green, $5 is blue, $10 is pink, something like that.
I mean, seriously, it's a little sad that Parker Brothers figured out 80 years ago that color-coding money was a good idea, but it hasn't yet caught on for real money.
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
I need them because my other one got a blown-out speaker, and my non-electronic composition program automatically pans the voices. I couldn't hear anything higher than Middle C.
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
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i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
The fuck is this shit.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
This was a good exchange.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Our money gets more colorful and strange with every new iteration.
I blame the gay agenda.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Eating cake
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
I need them because my other one got a blown-out speaker, and my non-electronic composition program automatically pans the voices. I couldn't hear anything higher than Middle C.
troper who used to complain about semiotics a lot without ever explaining what they actually were in a comprehensible way.
also I believe he described himself as a "gadfly". Which is always a sign of a jovial personality.
Tibetan Fox is Korgmeister.