Where Yarrun and I met. Where Anonus and Central met. Where Viani and Imipolex and Jz and Tachyon and glenn and naney and Hungertoad/Landofgold/Loid/ and Crystal met. Where I met shichibukai.
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
Where Yarrun and I met. Where Anonus and Central met. Where Viani and Imipolex and Jz and Tachyon and glenn and naney and Hungertoad/Landofgold/Loid/ and Crystal met. Where I met shichibukai.
The site of the original Heap.
What's a Heap?
Why???
I can't go on a trip unsupervised! I might do something stupider than usual...
I have already eaten this piece of fiction. nom nom nom nom nom.
I haven't seen anything else for too long that is relatively new. ^_^
Read the King's Shadow by Elizabeth Alder. Also the search for delicious, the book of the dun cow, the westing game, a cricket in times square, Danny and The Dinosaur, The monster at the end of this book, and Riggs and Phantoms. Also Sarah Plain And Tall.
“Lastly, neither must we condemn juggling and conjuring tricks. For although in use trivial and ludicrous, in regard to the information they give they may be of much value.”-Francis Bacon
I remember going to grandma's house, going downstairs, getting out the legoes (no mini figures or vehicles, but it had gears and roof pieces), and watching the new episode of Sailor Moon. Good times in my childhood.
Where Yarrun and I met. Where Anonus and Central met. Where Viani and Imipolex and Jz and Tachyon and glenn and naney and Hungertoad/Landofgold/Loid/ and Crystal met. Where I met shichibukai.
The site of the original Heap.
What's a Heap?
Why???
I can't go on a trip unsupervised! I might do something stupider than usual...
I have no intention of speaking like a holy prophet, as an abstruse oracle, like an apocalyptic visionary or the she-ass of Balaam beholding the angel. Nor will I discourse as if I were exhilarated by Bacchus or swollen with wind by the sluttish Parnassian muses, nor like a Sibyl impregnated by Phoebus, nor like a prognostic Cassandra, nor as if Apollonian rapture had seized me from my toenails to the hair on my head, nor like the seer illuminated in the oracle or Delphic tripod, nor like wise Oedipus, probed in the riddles of the Sphinx, nor as a Solomon before the enigmas of the queen of Sheba, nor like Calchas,interpreter for the Olympian council, nor as a Merlin possessed, nor as one emerged from the cave of Trophonius. Instead, I will speak in common, vulgar language, like a man who has had other things on his mind than to go about distilling the juice of his brain and cerebellum to the point of withering his pia mater and dura mater. What I mean is that I will talk as one who has no wits but his own, and to whom not even the garden- or kitchen-variety gods among the celestial court condescend to cast a straw, though they heap their favours ad infinitum even on their horses – those gods, I say, that ordinarily show themselves more intimate, more familiar and congenial with us. I mean Bacchus, or the drunk mounted on the ass, or Pan, or Vertumnus, or Faunus, or Priapus: the ones who neither drink ambrosia nor taste nectar (unappreciative of nymphs and pure water), but quench their thirst at the bottom of the barrel with sour wines.
I have no intention of speaking like a holy prophet, as an abstruse oracle, like an apocalyptic visionary or the she-ass of Balaam beholding the angel. Nor will I discourse as if I were exhilarated by Bacchus or swollen with wind by the sluttish Parnassian muses, nor like a Sibyl impregnated by Phoebus, nor like a prognostic Cassandra, nor as if Apollonian rapture had seized me from my toenails to the hair on my head, nor like the seer illuminated in the oracle or Delphic tripod, nor like wise Oedipus, probed in the riddles of the Sphinx, nor as a Solomon before the enigmas of the queen of Sheba, nor like Calchas,interpreter for the Olympian council, nor as a Merlin possessed, nor as one emerged from the cave of Trophonius. Instead, I will speak in common, vulgar language, like a man who has had other things on his mind than to go about distilling the juice of his brain and cerebellum to the point of withering his pia mater and dura mater. What I mean is that I will talk as one who has no wits but his own, and to whom not even the garden- or kitchen-variety gods among the celestial court condescend to cast a straw, though they heap their favours ad infinitum even on their horses – those gods, I say, that ordinarily show themselves more intimate, more familiar and congenial with us. I mean Bacchus, or the drunk mounted on the ass, or Pan, or Vertumnus, or Faunus, or Priapus: the ones who neither drink ambrosia nor taste nectar (unappreciative of nymphs and pure water), but quench their thirst at the bottom of the barrel with sour wines.
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I'm gonna have some fun!
what are some things you consider fun?
I'm gonna go to the mall!
Where Yarrun and I met. Where Anonus and Central met. Where Viani and Imipolex and Jz and Tachyon and glenn and naney and Hungertoad/Landofgold/Loid/ and Crystal met. Where I met shichibukai.
The site of the original Heap.
Serial Experiments Lain
Cowboy Bebop (you have probably already seen this)
Comedic:
Yuyushiki
YuruYuri
The Daily Lives of High School Boys
these are all my own taste of course.
Third worst for me. I read the F.A.T.A.L. page and the Drake and Josh IJBM page.
Read the King's Shadow by Elizabeth Alder. Also the search for delicious, the book of the dun cow, the westing game, a cricket in times square, Danny and The Dinosaur, The monster at the end of this book, and Riggs and Phantoms. Also Sarah Plain And Tall.
it's been teased since like 2012 at least.
This site is the heap.
Alternate answer: A miserable heap of anorak.
I also remember watching Cowboy Bebop on it's first airings at my cousin's place. Only good thing that was ever on Adult Swim.
So glad my grandparents had funimation and other channels.
to what were you responding?
or is that racist, should you call you an alligator? or crocodile.
sorry, I failed Foreign relations.
It's fine. The specific Suchian species I am is unconfirmed, like my gender. I'm fine with being called a reptile, a lizard, any kind of herpetofauna.
What is a bracket?
-sincerely doesn't know-
Like I said, the ONLY good thing ever on adult swim.
RESURGAM.