Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
You look a little sad in that picture. Feel better! (gives hugs and puppies)
This is going to sound absolutely batty, but your eye looks just like how I thought it would look.
Kind of blown away by Kay's death. I only talked to her once, and not about much (in fact, until today, I thought she was a girl), but...it doesn't feel right. It's life cut short, something terrible. And Noir and West must feel like dying right now. That's how I'd feel if one of you lot died.
Squiddle, don't try to put yourself in Kay's place. Whether it was you or her who died, the result would be the same: people would be bawling their eyes out because they thought you were a wonderful person.
One of them is the thread on Kay's death. One's the MSPA thread, where the regulars are wonderposting as usual. One's the Order of the Stick page, where they're discussing today's comic.
And now I understand what Auden meant when he wrote 'Musee de Beaux Arts'
I'm pretty sure everyone is to some extent, but as I said before, I'd rather extend condolences and get trolled than not extend them and feel like an ass.
Remember back in the 50s when they'd record like Elvis singing YOU AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A HOUND DOG and then they'd turn the record over and reverse it and it was all NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP NYERP and people were all like, "That is actually the voice of Satan coming from that song."
^^Agreed.
Anyhow, it's bedtime. See you tomorrow morning, maybe.
Ok that was a bad thing to say and I should gouge my eyes out for saying it. >.<
Don't be so hard on yourself :/ It's not that bad a thing to say, it's usually little things like that that make tragedies really hit home for people after all.
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 whenever I write I end up hearing a paragraph read in my head, typing out said paragraph, then typing it a second time with the wording cleaned up a bit.
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You are very green.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Kind of blown away by Kay's death. I only talked to her once, and not about much (in fact, until today, I thought she was a girl), but...it doesn't feel right. It's life cut short, something terrible. And Noir and West must feel like dying right now. That's how I'd feel if one of you lot died.
Tragic isn't it? :/
I'm not sure how to feel about it myself. Reminds me of when that kid I barely knew at school died, It was...surreal. In a bad way.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Squiddle, don't try to put yourself in Kay's place. Whether it was you or her who died, the result would be the same: people would be bawling their eyes out because they thought you were a wonderful person.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
The Old Masters; how well, they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully
along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.
In Breughel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
One of them is the thread on Kay's death. One's the MSPA thread, where the regulars are wonderposting as usual. One's the Order of the Stick page, where they're discussing today's comic.
And now I understand what Auden meant when he wrote 'Musee de Beaux Arts'
*okay*
In that case, it's kind of an inappropriate thing to say. Don't you think?
It'd be like me saying I'm sad she died because she never got to play Touhou. It's just not cool.
Ok, so I edited that post and the edit decided not to take.
In any case, do not gouge your anything out, Squiddle.
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B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ 
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My feelings in a song.
Does anyone else do anything like that?
ANYTHING BUT THAT
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B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ 
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LOOK OUT GUYS, HE'S SERIOUS ABOUT THIS
Urgh, I'm nervous about today.
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B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ 
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I feel proud.