Man is a most complex simple creature: see what he weaves, and how base his reasons for doing so.
The Force is said to be that which connects everything. Midichlorians are symbiotic creatures that bind all life. If the Force is intangible, and the midichlorians are the material part of its system, then the midichlorians are as much the Force as the fancy telekinesis. If both things bind everything, then both things are the Force. And midichlorians.
It's a chicken-or-egg thing, that incidentally also immaculately conceives.
The secret 4th Zelda timeline where Link never goes looking for Navi, the events of Majora's Mask never happen, and he marries Ruto and settles down instead of dying bitter and full of regrets.
That One Star Wars Book Where A Moon Fell On Chewbacca
sun crusher
The Star Wars EU was actually written by an eight year old child. "Uh, uh, it's like the Death Star, but stronger! It blows up lots of planets at once! And it's the size of a normal spaceship! And uh, it's covered in super strong stuff that makes it really hard to blow up!"
It may be that I dreamed this. So much at least is certain--that I turned one day from the traffic of the internet, and came to its docks and saw its slimy wharves going down green and steep into the water, and saw the huge grey river of tweets slipping by and the lost things that went with it turning over and over, and I thought of the nations and unpitying Time, and saw and marvelled at the queenly tweets come newly from the sea.
It was then, if I mistake not, that I saw leaning against a wall, with his face to the ships, a man with a Schopenhauer avatar. His skin had the pasty tint of the internet nerd: the deep black hairs of his moustache were whitened a little with salt from his tears; he wore a dark blue trenchcoat such as edgelords wear, and the long boots of seafarers, but the look in his eyes was further afield than the tweets, he seemed to be beholding the farthest things. Even when I spoke to him he did not call home that look, but answered me dreamily with that same fixed stare as though his thoughts were heaving on far and lonely seas. I asked him what tweet he had come by, for there were many there. The sailing tweets were there with their sails all furled and their masts straight and still like a wintry forest; the blogposts were there, and great youtube videos, puffing up idle smoke into the twilight.
He answered he had come by none of them. I asked him what line he worked on, for he was clearly a content creator; I mentioned well-known lines, but he did not know them. Then I asked him where he worked and what he was. And he said: "I work in the twittersphere, and I am the last of the antinatalists, the last left un-redpilled." And I shook him by the hand I do not know how many times. I said: "We feared you were dead. We feared you were dead." And he answered sadly: "No. No. I have sinned too deeply on the internet flamewars: I am not allowed to die."
'Roy' is such a weird name to hear for me because it's technically part of my name but I never actually use it.
The fact that it's used for evil characters often enough to have a trope is funny to me, though. I'm about as far away from malevolent as it realistically gets.
I think my favorite recording of Jingle Bell Rock is the one by Brenda Lee on the Lifetime Christmas Treasury.
Remember thast if I ever said that I hated accountants, it meant that I had either given in fully to hate and had to be put down or had been replaced by an impostor? Same thing with that song, or with the song Feliz Navidad.
I may complain about songs that are played too much, but I adore those songs that aren't played enough, or those specific recordings that I remember. It's mostly covers that I hate. Uncanny valley of music. No musician should ever cover another musician's song unless they can do it better, in which case it becomes the second musicians, but there can only be one.
Many of the Phuri Dae believe that Hitler had discovered the power of their Blood and was thus committed to destroying the Rom. The purity and superiority of the Gypsies' Blood may have intrigued as well as enraged Hitler and the SS. Rumors also speak of terrible torture and experimentation performed on some of the Rom held in concentration camps, in which large amounts of Blood was extracted from the prisoners. This Blood may have been intended for use in the dark rituals of certain high ranking officers of the SS, who were also said to be dark mages.
I was gonna ask a friend to go over the weekend or something, but then I started thinking about Death and in the middle of that I thought "screw this, I could be watching laser sword fighting"
Many of the Phuri Dae believe that Hitler had discovered the power of their Blood and was thus committed to destroying the Rom. The purity and superiority of the Gypsies' Blood may have intrigued as well as enraged Hitler and the SS. Rumors also speak of terrible torture and experimentation performed on some of the Rom held in concentration camps, in which large amounts of Blood was extracted from the prisoners. This Blood may have been intended for use in the dark rituals of certain high ranking officers of the SS, who were also said to be dark mages.
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I made a smooth recovery, though. Nearly.
And had a quick look around to see if anyone saw me.
Don't think anyone saw me... >_>
It's a chicken-or-egg thing, that incidentally also immaculately conceives.
Someone got bullied by a dude named roy at school
The fact that it's used for evil characters often enough to have a trope is funny to me, though. I'm about as far away from malevolent as it realistically gets.
Remember thast if I ever said that I hated accountants, it meant that I had either given in fully to hate and had to be put down or had been replaced by an impostor? Same thing with that song, or with the song Feliz Navidad.
I may complain about songs that are played too much, but I adore those songs that aren't played enough, or those specific recordings that I remember. It's mostly covers that I hate. Uncanny valley of music. No musician should ever cover another musician's song unless they can do it better, in which case it becomes the second musicians, but there can only be one.
First the obvious, Brenda Lee as Central Avenue, because she sounds a bit like Cree Summers.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
I was gonna ask a friend to go over the weekend or something, but then I started thinking about Death and in the middle of that I thought "screw this, I could be watching laser sword fighting"
So here I am.
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