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
It amuses me that Foxit Reader, of all things, has been one of the few non-Microsoft apps to embrace the ribbon interface
I hate writer's block. Even if it's only for my silly little personal review thread, it's frustrating to something you want to write about and either not being able to have the words in your head or having the words in your head, but not being able to get them out of your head in a way that feels satisfactory to you.
Stop? Stop? You want me to stop? You think I have the luxury to stop? You cut down my sister like an animal and you tell me to stop?! No one stops! It's way too late to stop! No one... STOOOOOOPS!!
Regarding the last page's discussion of Space Mountain: I have been on it once, and it would have been really quite fun if it weren't for the splitting migraine that I had.
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
Stop? Stop? You want me to stop? You think I have the luxury to stop? You cut down my sister like an animal and you tell me to stop?! No one stops! It's way too late to stop! No one... STOOOOOOPS!!
Uuuugh, friend you are a good writer but you're writing misery porn and it's not good misery porn because it's just a dude thinking "everyone's dead, but more importantly, I'm sad"
I think this might be the last time I edit something without asking for at least booze in return
I don't think any other discipline than anthropology lets you read the sentence "An Iglulik became a shaman after being wounded by a walrus, but in a sense he inherited his mother's qualification, she having become a shamaness as the result of a fireball entering her body".
I don't think any other discipline than anthropology lets you read the sentence "An Iglulik became a shaman after being wounded by a walrus, but in a sense he inherited his mother's qualification, she having become a shamaness as the result of a fireball entering her body".
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they continue to be the platonic ideal of Generic Contemporary Death Metal
also a song for Central Avenue
Why can't people treat fellow human beings who just so happen to female, as, well, fellow human beings?
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Sorry, man. That is not something to be undertaken with a headache
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
There is no more information that can alter my opinions about what had happened. It's the same points over and over again. I am undone.
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
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