Naney, me and the bf used to check his Pinkamena page incessantly looking for updates :3 We still go through about a dozen pony tumblers every day as well as EQD, Ponibooru and some Deviant Arts. Our pony interest is not flagging in the slightest :)
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 feel kinda weird that MLP interests me just as much as ever, given that AU seems to be slowly losing interest.
The first day of school was always the hardest The first day of school, the hallways the darkest
Like a gauntlet The voices haunted Walking in with his thin skin lowered chin He knew the names that they would taunt him with
Fagot sissy punk queen queer Although he'd never had sex in his 15 years And when they harassed him, it was for a reason And when they provoked him, it became open season
For the fox and the hunter, the sparks and the thunder That pushed the boy under, then pillage and plunder It kind of makes you wonder How one can hurt another
But dehumanizing the victim makes things simpler It's like breathing with a respirator It eases the conscience of even the most conscious And calculating violator
Words can reduce a person to an object Something more easy to hate An inanimate entity, completely disposable No problem to obliterate
But death is the silence In this language of violence Death is the silence But death is the silence In this cycle of violence Death is the silence
It's tough to be young, the young long to be tougher When we pick on someone else it might make us feel rougher Abused by their fathers but was at home though So to prove to each other that they were not homos
The exclamation of the phobic fury Executioner, a judge and jury The mob mentality, individuality was nowhere Dignity forgotten at the bottom of a dumb Old dare and a numb cold stare
On the way home it was back to name calling Ten against one they had his back up against the wall and They reveled in their laughter as they surrounded him But it wasn't a game when they up jumped and grounded him
They picked up their bats with their muscles straining And they decided they were gonna beat this fella's brain in With an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour full of violence Inflict the strictest brutality and dominance
They didn't hear him screaming, they didn't hear him pleading They ran like cowards and left the boy bleeding In a pool of red 'til all tears were shed And his eyes quietly slid into the back of his head Dead
But death is the silence In this language of violence Death is the silence But death is the silence In this cycle of violence Death is the silence
But death is the silence In this language of violence Death is the silence But death is the silence In this cycle of violence Death is the silence
You won't see the face 'til the eyelids drop You won't hear the screaming until it stops The boy's parents were gone and his grandmother had raised him She was mad, she had no form of retaliation
The pack didn't have to worry about being on a hit list But the thing they never thought about was that there was a witness To this senseless crime, right place wrong time Tried as an adult one of them was gonna do hard time
The first day of prison was always the hardest The first day of prison, the hallways the darkest
Like a gauntlet The voices haunted Fagot, sissy, punk, queen, queer Words he used before had a new meaning in here
As a group of men in front of him came near For the first time in his life the young bully felt fear He'd never been on this side of the name calling Five against one they had his back up against the wall and
He had never questioned his own sexuality But this group of men didn't hesitate in their reality With an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour full of violence Inflict the strictest brutality and dominance
They didn't hear him screaming They didn't hear him pleading They took what they wanted and then left him bleeding in the corner The giant reduced to Jack Horner
But dehumanizing the victim makes things simpler It's like breathing with a respirator It eases the conscience of even the most conscious And calculating violator
The power of words, don't take it for granted When you hear a man ranting Don't just read the lips, be more sublime than this Put everything in context
Is this a tale of rough justice In a land where there's no justice at all? Who is really the victim Or are we all the cause and victim of it all?
But death is the silence In this language of violence Death is the silence But death is the silence In this cycle of violence Death is the silence
But death is the silence In this language of violence Death is the silence But death is the silence In this cycle of violence Death is the silence
You won't see the face 'til the eyelids drop You won't hear the screaming until it stops
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
Naney's sextuple-post seems reminiscent of the Trash Heap of old, somehow.
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
...Is "Adam Twelve" a good name for a police pony?
That post about pony fandom reminds of that one Homestuck fan comic where someone calls 911 over a typing quirk...and the last panel is Hussie drinking himself blind.
And I've been up way too late again, and I have a meeting to get to at 10 AM! I am totally a glutton for punishment this week. :P Good night!
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'm probably staying up too late myself...Mother has a doctor's appointment at like 12:45 tomorrow and I'll have to drive her.
But hey, spring break, I can afford to send my sleep schedule to hell.
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."
Good morning, everyone.
I'm feeling better after yesterday's headaches and heavy eyelids. That's nice.
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."
Watching bits of the new season of the Pokémon anime.
I've started to find it funny that Ash's rivals always get different badges from the ones in the games. Not sure why.
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 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."
Yeah, the fact that we're now over the halfway point for Spring Break kind of makes me sad, too. Especially since my next week will be a pretty busy one.
On the plus side, I think I'll be going out with my friends on Saturday, so that'll pump me up a bit.
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
A Public-Private Partnership Could Build A New I-70
no
fuck off
"private" has no business dealing in public highways
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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."
I've been reading the sample content of Mutants and Masterminds, and now I want to try making some stuff for it. Not sure how I'll acquire the manual, though.
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I don't go looking for pony fan art and such like I did a year ago, which makes me feel kinda sad.
The first day of school, the hallways the darkest
Like a gauntlet
The voices haunted
Walking in with his thin skin lowered chin
He knew the names that they would taunt him with
Fagot sissy punk queen queer
Although he'd never had sex in his 15 years
And when they harassed him, it was for a reason
And when they provoked him, it became open season
For the fox and the hunter, the sparks and the thunder
That pushed the boy under, then pillage and plunder
It kind of makes you wonder
How one can hurt another
It's like breathing with a respirator
It eases the conscience of even the most conscious
And calculating violator
Words can reduce a person to an object
Something more easy to hate
An inanimate entity, completely disposable
No problem to obliterate
But death is the silence
In this language of violence
Death is the silence
But death is the silence
In this cycle of violence
Death is the silence
When we pick on someone else it might make us feel rougher
Abused by their fathers but was at home though
So to prove to each other that they were not homos
The exclamation of the phobic fury
Executioner, a judge and jury
The mob mentality, individuality was nowhere
Dignity forgotten at the bottom of a dumb
Old dare and a numb cold stare
On the way home it was back to name calling
Ten against one they had his back up against the wall and
They reveled in their laughter as they surrounded him
But it wasn't a game when they up jumped and grounded him
They picked up their bats with their muscles straining
And they decided they were gonna beat this fella's brain in
With an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour full of violence
Inflict the strictest brutality and dominance
They didn't hear him screaming, they didn't hear him pleading
They ran like cowards and left the boy bleeding
In a pool of red 'til all tears were shed
And his eyes quietly slid into the back of his head
Dead
In this language of violence
Death is the silence
But death is the silence
In this cycle of violence
Death is the silence
But death is the silence
In this language of violence
Death is the silence
But death is the silence
In this cycle of violence
Death is the silence
You won't see the face 'til the eyelids drop
You won't hear the screaming until it stops
The boy's parents were gone and his grandmother had raised him
She was mad, she had no form of retaliation
The pack didn't have to worry about being on a hit list
But the thing they never thought about was that there was a witness
To this senseless crime, right place wrong time
Tried as an adult one of them was gonna do hard time
The first day of prison, the hallways the darkest
Like a gauntlet
The voices haunted
Fagot, sissy, punk, queen, queer
Words he used before had a new meaning in here
As a group of men in front of him came near
For the first time in his life the young bully felt fear
He'd never been on this side of the name calling
Five against one they had his back up against the wall and
He had never questioned his own sexuality
But this group of men didn't hesitate in their reality
With an awful, powerful, showerful, an hour full of violence
Inflict the strictest brutality and dominance
They didn't hear him screaming
They didn't hear him pleading
They took what they wanted and then left him bleeding in the corner
The giant reduced to Jack Horner
It's like breathing with a respirator
It eases the conscience of even the most conscious
And calculating violator
The power of words, don't take it for granted
When you hear a man ranting
Don't just read the lips, be more sublime than this
Put everything in context
Is this a tale of rough justice
In a land where there's no justice at all?
Who is really the victim
Or are we all the cause and victim of it all?
But death is the silence
In this language of violence
Death is the silence
But death is the silence
In this cycle of violence
Death is the silence
But death is the silence
In this language of violence
Death is the silence
But death is the silence
In this cycle of violence
Death is the silence
You won't see the face 'til the eyelids drop
You won't hear the screaming until it stops
:(
But hey, spring break, I can afford to send my sleep schedule to hell.
Good morning, everyone.
I'm feeling better after yesterday's headaches and heavy eyelids. That's nice.
Watching bits of the new season of the Pokémon anime.
I've started to find it funny that Ash's rivals always get different badges from the ones in the games. Not sure why.
Yeah, the fact that we're now over the halfway point for Spring Break kind of makes me sad, too. Especially since my next week will be a pretty busy one.
On the plus side, I think I'll be going out with my friends on Saturday, so that'll pump me up a bit.
fuck off
"private" has no business dealing in public highways
http://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/2012/03/19/road-privatisation-cameron-motorways-sell-off_n_1360616.html
Pretty much the essence of useless bullshit.