I don't like porn, either. And I don't like Duke Nuke Forever or Call of Duty or any other sort of machodudebro pandering. And I fully understand that most of Twilight's hate came from people who hated the feminine elements of it and not the actual problems. I'm not on their side.
I still refuse to accept that Duke Nukem Forever was taking itself seriously at any point.
I'm not saying it was good, but Duke Nukem can't take itself seriously. The protagonist is too stupid to do that.
There was never any need for a new Duke Nukem game. There is no point to Duke Nukem as a character if you are not a 12 year old boy who hasn't seen Army of Darkness.
I want to pay all my money to con artists to destroy my brain in faster way than the normal processes of rot and entropy all because I don't want to have to come to terms with my own mortality, something I share with every person who has ever lived, or will live.
That saucer is going to come and take us all back to Planet Zeist, where Reverend Gleepglorp Johnson will rule over us for a million million aeons of peace.
The 21st Century is the century where people treat uploading ourselves into computers as a pressing problem of bio-ethics while millions die from preventable diseases.
Everytime you read an online argument about friendly AI, imagine it's a group of alchemists arguing over whether to create homunculi, and how to stop them from rebelling.
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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
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.
Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.
I am trying to be truthful.
Not a cute card or a kissogram.
I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.
Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.
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
bring it back
considering my general lack of sleep this weekend im probably going to pass out during the middle of my presentation
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Where we go over the beginning multiple times, for some bizarre reason, but in more detail each time.
and to this day our monarch has used that title, defender of the faith, when it's not even the same faith
which is a valid ideological break from catholicism imo
that guitar sound