I once had the chance to play D&D in high school. But I had to forsake that chance so I could watch Schindler's List for extra credit in the notoriously difficult AP Euro class.
Time isn't an orderly stream. Time isn't a placid lake recording each of our ripples. Time is viscous. Time is a massive flow. It is a self-healing substance, which is to say, almost everything will be lost. We're too slight, to inconsequential, despite all of our thrashing and swimming and waving our arms about. Time is an ocean of inertia, drowning out the small vibrations, absorbing the slosh and churn, the foam and wash, and we're up here, flapping and slapping and just generally spazzing out, and sure, there's a little splashing on the surface, but that doesn't even register in the depths, in the powerful undercurrents miles below us, taking us wherever they are taking us.
Time isn't an orderly stream. Time isn't a placid lake recording each of our ripples. Time is viscous. Time is a massive flow. It is a self-healing substance, which is to say, almost everything will be lost. We're too slight, to inconsequential, despite all of our thrashing and swimming and waving our arms about. Time is an ocean of inertia, drowning out the small vibrations, absorbing the slosh and churn, the foam and wash, and we're up here, flapping and slapping and just generally spazzing out, and sure, there's a little splashing on the surface, but that doesn't even register in the depths, in the powerful undercurrents miles below us, taking us wherever they are taking us.
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
they see you as small and helpless they see you as just a child surprise when they find out that a warrior will soon run wild
prepare for your greatest moments prepare for your finest hour the dream that you've always dreamed is suddenly about to flower
we are lightning straying from the thunder miracles of ancient wonder
this will be the day we've waited for this will be the day we open up the door i don't wanna hear your absolution hope your ready for a revolution welcome to a world of new solutions welcome to a world of bloody evolution in time-your heart will open minds a story will be told and victory is in a simple soul
your world needs a great defender your world's in the way of harm you want a romantic life a fairytale that's full of charm
beware that the light is fading beware as the dark returns this world's unforgiving even brilliant lights will cease to burn
legends scatter day and night will sever hope and peace are lost forever
this will be the day we've waited for this will be the day we open up the door i don't wanna hear your absolution hope your ready for a revolution welcome to a world of new solutions welcome to a world of bloody evolution in time your heart will open minds a story will be told and victory is in a simple soul
Even as you read this, white people are telling other white people about the golden age of Hip Hop that they experienced in a suburban high school or through a viewing of The Wackness.
So, in the "We are X Sexuality and Y Gender" threads, I was gonna do that whole routine of succumbing and then committing an extremely painful suicide; but I couldn't find a way to make it fresh and original in each one; so just assume that I did that routine in each one, and assume that it was new and fresh each time.
Time isn't an orderly stream. Time isn't a placid lake recording each of our ripples. Time is viscous. Time is a massive flow. It is a self-healing substance, which is to say, almost everything will be lost. We're too slight, to inconsequential, despite all of our thrashing and swimming and waving our arms about. Time is an ocean of inertia, drowning out the small vibrations, absorbing the slosh and churn, the foam and wash, and we're up here, flapping and slapping and just generally spazzing out, and sure, there's a little splashing on the surface, but that doesn't even register in the depths, in the powerful undercurrents miles below us, taking us wherever they are taking us.
that is interesting
Nope. Time goes one way, past to future, and there's not a thing you can do about it. You can't stretch it, skew it, influence it, or anything. It's the easel on which reality is drawn. One second per second. Same with Space, which does not bend or skew, but is simply space, a backdrop to reality.
Space and time aren't things, and they can't be manipulated. They are not complicated; in fact, they are the most simple of all.
Time isn't an orderly stream. Time isn't a placid lake recording each of our ripples. Time is viscous. Time is a massive flow. It is a self-healing substance, which is to say, almost everything will be lost. We're too slight, to inconsequential, despite all of our thrashing and swimming and waving our arms about. Time is an ocean of inertia, drowning out the small vibrations, absorbing the slosh and churn, the foam and wash, and we're up here, flapping and slapping and just generally spazzing out, and sure, there's a little splashing on the surface, but that doesn't even register in the depths, in the powerful undercurrents miles below us, taking us wherever they are taking us.
that is interesting
Nope. Time goes one way, past to future, and there's not a thing you can do about it. You can't stretch it, skew it, influence it, or anything. It's the easel on which reality is drawn. One second per second. Same with Space, which does not bend or skew, but is simply space, a backdrop to reality.
Space and time aren't things, and they can't be manipulated. They are not complicated; in fact, they are the most simple of all.
Time isn't an orderly stream. Time isn't a placid lake recording each of our ripples. Time is viscous. Time is a massive flow. It is a self-healing substance, which is to say, almost everything will be lost. We're too slight, to inconsequential, despite all of our thrashing and swimming and waving our arms about. Time is an ocean of inertia, drowning out the small vibrations, absorbing the slosh and churn, the foam and wash, and we're up here, flapping and slapping and just generally spazzing out, and sure, there's a little splashing on the surface, but that doesn't even register in the depths, in the powerful undercurrents miles below us, taking us wherever they are taking us.
that is interesting
Nope. Time goes one way, past to future, and there's not a thing you can do about it. You can't stretch it, skew it, influence it, or anything. It's the easel on which reality is drawn. One second per second. Same with Space, which does not bend or skew, but is simply space, a backdrop to reality.
Space and time aren't things, and they can't be manipulated. They are not complicated; in fact, they are the most simple of all.
Einstein might disagree with you
Well, he might have one of the most magnificent minds a human has ever had, but he hasn't a stomach worth a darn.
No, but he and his species could hunt alligators and turn them into food.
Being the dominant species ain't worth nothing.
What's the use of a fancy schmancy brain if you can't turn off all functions higher than "Beat Heart Once Or Twice A Minute, Yo".
And, seriously, yo' skin is pathetic and useless and laughable. Can't make a shoe worth spit outta dat junk; or a handbag, or any nothing. Y'alls got the worst skin imaginable.
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
I once had the chance to play D&D in high school. But I had to forsake that chance so I could watch Schindler's List for extra credit in the notoriously difficult AP Euro class.
Regrets.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
they see you as just a child
surprise when they find out that
a warrior will soon run wild
prepare for your greatest moments
prepare for your finest hour
the dream that you've always dreamed is
suddenly about to flower
we are lightning
straying from the thunder
miracles of ancient wonder
this will be the day we've waited for
this will be the day we open up the door
i don't wanna hear your absolution
hope your ready for a revolution
welcome to a world of new solutions
welcome to a world of bloody evolution
in time-your heart will open minds
a story will be told
and victory is in a simple soul
your world needs a great defender
your world's in the way of harm
you want a romantic life
a fairytale that's full of charm
beware that the light is fading
beware as the dark returns
this world's unforgiving
even brilliant lights will cease to burn
legends scatter
day and night will sever
hope and peace are lost forever
this will be the day we've waited for
this will be the day we open up the door
i don't wanna hear your absolution
hope your ready for a revolution
welcome to a world of new solutions
welcome to a world of bloody evolution
in time your heart will open minds
a story will be told
and victory is in a simple soul
Space and time aren't things, and they can't be manipulated. They are not complicated; in fact, they are the most simple of all.
Can your Einstein digest iron?
What's the use of a fancy schmancy brain if you can't turn off all functions higher than "Beat Heart Once Or Twice A Minute, Yo".
And, seriously, yo' skin is pathetic and useless and laughable. Can't make a shoe worth spit outta dat junk; or a handbag, or any nothing. Y'alls got the worst skin imaginable.