You know what else bugged her? It bugged her when people would keep clicking their pens and making that awful noise.
To this day, members of her 22nd class (which I was in!) will probably get mad at you if you keep clicking your pen and making that noise; or if you get the national anthem wrong. Or if you make bad jokes about cancer.
And heaven help you if you damage the little plum tree outside the school.
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
Note to self: typing in your Windows password repeatedly won't help you log in to Ubuntu.
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
see a body and a dream of the dead days a following lost and blind living far from here tomorrow is hard to find and it seems like twenty-five years of promises and give me more scenes of hand-me-down in dresses heard before
first and last and always 'til the end of the end of time first and last and always mine
maybe it's a way too easy maybe it's a way too long say you'll be by me when the evidence comes along
first and last and always my calling my time first and last and always mine
see a face and a dream of the dead days a following lost and blind cross my heart with silver here's the key behind and it seems like twenty-five years of ever after ever more more more seems I wore this face for you far too long before
first and last and always my calling my time first and last and always mine
first and last and always 'til the end of the end of time first and last and always mine
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
Welp, viewer.nationalmap.gov was kind of halfway working earlier, but then I rebooted and now all I can get is the "we're closed, go away motherfucker" screen.
I guess I'm stuck using Google, then. Which doesn't have topographical maps. >:P
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 mean, seriously, I knew there was something wrong with the short story The Landlady when I was little (or, rather, more little); and I knew it was something with the bitter almond tea (I always hated almonds, so in a story as... off, shall we say, as The Landlady; a mention of my berserk button of almonds).
I showed the story to my parents when I was littler, and they said it was just a normal slice of life story.
Now, upon rereading it, I am creeped the heck out.
Bitter almonds contain very high levels of cyanide. They are often used to create aromatic oils, but they must be cleaned and de-toxified in a very particular way and drinking the extract straight is still a really bad idea.
I mean, seriously, I knew there was something wrong with the short story The Landlady when I was little (or, rather, more little); and I knew it was something with the bitter almond tea (I always hated almonds, so in a story as... off, shall we say, as The Landlady; a mention of my berserk button of almonds).
I showed the story to my parents when I was littler, and they said it was just a normal slice of life story.
Now, upon rereading it, I am creeped the heck out.
Really young Aliroz was right all these years!
I know right.
The truth is hidden so cleverly between the lines, it's like a Gene Wolfe story, almost.
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
Remember that time Anonus and I tried to enter Wales but the Queen was all like
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On today's book deletion pile is an autobiography entitled "Losing My Cool: How a Father's Love and 15,000 Books Beat Hip-Hop Culture"
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
To this day, members of her 22nd class (which I was in!) will probably get mad at you if you keep clicking your pen and making that noise; or if you get the national anthem wrong. Or if you make bad jokes about cancer.
And heaven help you if you damage the little plum tree outside the school.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Every school day, I walk home from school, and it takes an hour.
No umbrella, didn't think to call home for a ride.
On the plus side, it makes the cares drive more slowly and safely; and they're much more willing to stop and let you cross the road.
Dumb carpeople and their precious cars, hogging the roads.
People need to walk on the roads; and people need to bike on those roads, you know.
I know it takes a long time to get your car from driving speed to a stop, though, and I know carpeople don't mean any harm.
It's just annoying when you try to walk and then you realize that you can't actually go anywhere without crossing a road.
Also, I'm a bit cranky at the carpeople out of jealousy of having actual roofs.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
a following lost and blind
living far from here
tomorrow is hard to find
and it seems like twenty-five years of
promises and give me more
scenes of hand-me-down
in dresses heard before
first and last and always
'til the end of the end of time
first and last and always mine
maybe it's a way too easy
maybe it's a way too long
say you'll be by me
when the evidence comes along
first and last and always
my calling my time
first and last and always mine
see a face and a dream of the dead days
a following lost and blind
cross my heart with silver
here's the key behind
and it seems like twenty-five years of
ever after ever more more more
seems I wore this face for you
far too long before
first and last and always
my calling my time
first and last and always mine
first and last and always
'til the end of the end of time
first and last and always mine
+ 5,000 squiddlepoints
I mean, seriously, I knew there was something wrong with the short story The Landlady when I was little (or, rather, more little); and I knew it was something with the bitter almond tea (I always hated almonds, so in a story as... off, shall we say, as The Landlady; a mention of my berserk button of almonds).
I showed the story to my parents when I was littler, and they said it was just a normal slice of life story.
Now, upon rereading it, I am creeped the heck out.
Really young Aliroz was right all these years!
nobody else is up right now
would i be justified in chucking it out, or would that be a dick move?
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
The truth is hidden so cleverly between the lines, it's like a Gene Wolfe story, almost.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead