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
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
something that exists in the universe where Mavis Beacon was a real person, I suppose
trains are better than planes in like... almost every aspect
like it's slower, but i'm still crossing most of france in four hours, and i don't need a seatbelt (and if TGV would spring for it, the wi-fi would be free like it is on this one)
31 AUGUST 1997 was one of the hottest nights in Paris that year. Just after midnight a black Mercedes Benz rushes through the dark streets with a horde of ravenous paparazzi on tow. In the Pont de l’Alma tunnel the car swerves into a roof-supporting pillar and in the echo of the metallic roar dies Diana, the Princess of Wales. The world has lost one of its greatest icons and the morbidity of popular culture hits a new high. The story is strangely resonant with the myth of the Greek goddess Artemis (Roman: Diana) and the hunter Actaeon, who, after having seen the goddess bathing naked, is turned into a stag and torn to pieces by his own hunting hounds. This picture opens Ulver’s 13th album, The Assassination of Julius Caesar.
another aspect of train-taking is that you might need to change stations rather than just gates, because having different rail termini in a city makes more sense than multiple airports
so, i got off at Gare Montparnasse and had to reach Gare du Nord. there's a metro line directly between them, but the station for it at Montparnasse is closed for renovations because life sucks sometimes. i spent ten minutes staring at the map trying to find another route using multiple station switches that isn't five times as long, failed and went for something dumb
and halfway through that i noticed that i could have taken another line and ended up at a station two back from Montparnasse on the direct line to Nord.
and so, i was nearly late for my next train despite only having to cross six kilometers in eighty minutes
We Intend To Sing The Love Of Danger, The Habit Of Energy And Fearlessness.
Courage, Audacity, And Revolt Will Be Essential Elements Of Our Poetry.
Up To Now Literature Has Exalted A Pensive Immobility, Ecstasy, And Sleep. We Intend To Exalt Aggressive Action, A Feverish Insomnia, The Racer’s Stride, The Mortal Leap, The Punch And The Slap.
We Affirm That The World’s Magnificence Has Been Enriched By A New Beauty: The Beauty Of Speed. A Racing Car Whose Hood Is Adorned With Great Pipes, Like Serpents Of Explosive Breath—a Roaring Car That Seems To Ride On Grapeshot Is More Beautiful Than The Victory Of Samothrace.
We Want To Hymn The Man At The Wheel, Who Hurls The Lance Of His Spirit Across The Earth, Along The Circle Of Its Orbit.
The Poet Must Spend Himself With Ardor, Splendor, And Generosity, To Swell The Enthusiastic Fervor Of The Primordial Elements.
Except In Struggle, There Is No More Beauty. No Work Without An Aggressive Character Can Be A Masterpiece. Poetry Must Be Conceived As A Violent Attack On Unknown Forces, To Reduce And Prostrate Them Before Man.
We Stand On The Last Promontory Of The Centuries!… Why Should We Look Back, When What We Want Is To Break Down The Mysterious Doors Of The Impossible? Time And Space Died Yesterday. We Already Live In The Absolute, Because We Have Created Eternal, Omnipresent Speed.
We Will Glorify War—the World’s Only Hygiene—Militarism, Patriotism, The Destructive Gesture Of Freedom-bringers, Beautiful Ideas Worth Dying For, And Scorn For Woman.
We Will Destroy The Museums, Libraries, Academies Of Every Kind, Will Fight Moralism, Feminism, Every Opportunistic Or Utilitarian Cowardice.
We Will Sing Of Great Crowds Excited By Work, By Pleasure, And By Riot; We Will Sing Of The Multicolored, Polyphonic Tides Of Revolution In The Modern Capitals; We Will Sing Of The Vibrant Nightly Fervor Of Arsenals And Shipyards Blazing With Violent Electric Moons; Greedy Railway Stations That Devour Smoke-plumed Serpents; Factories Hung On Clouds By The Crooked Lines Of Their Smoke; Bridges That Stride The Rivers Like Giant Gymnasts, Flashing In The Sun With A Glitter Of Knives; Adventurous Steamers That Sniff The Horizon; Deep-chested Locomotives Whose Wheels Paw The Tracks Like The Hooves Of Enormous Steel Horses Bridled By Tubing; And The Sleek Flight Of Planes Whose Propellers Chatter In The Wind Like Banners And Seem To Cheer Like An Enthusiastic Crowd.
I feel like you could write a program that generates Cracked articles by rewriting Wikipedia articles and including jabs at, or jokes about, certain things whenever they come up
And ALWAYS the same jokes or jabs. You mention Prometheus, you better mention Charlize Theron not instantly computing the best possible movements to make in a split-second moment of crisis
As @hoxhamania predicted MSM's army of mini Kissingers are dutifully smearing Hulk Hogan for opposing Bill Gates' medical apartheid program. There are many parallels between smears against Hogan and appalling treatment Sgt. Slaughter received for bravely supporting Saddam Hussein.
* My gay vampire Sim, who is studying for a degree in Fine Arts, is in a relationship with a Plant Sim * The frat house where my gay vampire Sim and his boyfriend live is populated with the ghosts of deceased housemates who all starved to death * Aliens have visited the frat house * The professor of Fine Arts is practically dating nearly everyone on campus * Said professor can be flirting with a student outside a lecture hall and be teaching at the same time
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
*accuses the next 3 posters of being Tanya Degurechaff*
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
Windows 10 version 1507 was released in July 2015 and version 1511 was released in November 2015. OK.
But then version 1607 was released in August 2016 and version 1703 was released in April 2017.
I get that they're using the date the build was finalized instead of the date it was made public...but it still bugs me.
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lol
then today it was over 20 celsius...
Courage, Audacity, And Revolt Will Be Essential Elements Of Our Poetry.
Up To Now Literature Has Exalted A Pensive Immobility, Ecstasy, And Sleep. We Intend To Exalt Aggressive Action, A Feverish Insomnia, The Racer’s Stride, The Mortal Leap, The Punch And The Slap.
We Affirm That The World’s Magnificence Has Been Enriched By A New Beauty: The Beauty Of Speed. A Racing Car Whose Hood Is Adorned With Great Pipes, Like Serpents Of Explosive Breath—a Roaring Car That Seems To Ride On Grapeshot Is More Beautiful Than The Victory Of Samothrace.
We Want To Hymn The Man At The Wheel, Who Hurls The Lance Of His Spirit Across The Earth, Along The Circle Of Its Orbit.
The Poet Must Spend Himself With Ardor, Splendor, And Generosity, To Swell The Enthusiastic Fervor Of The Primordial Elements.
Except In Struggle, There Is No More Beauty. No Work Without An Aggressive Character Can Be A Masterpiece. Poetry Must Be Conceived As A Violent Attack On Unknown Forces, To Reduce And Prostrate Them Before Man.
We Stand On The Last Promontory Of The Centuries!… Why Should We Look Back, When What We Want Is To Break Down The Mysterious Doors Of The Impossible? Time And Space Died Yesterday. We Already Live In The Absolute, Because We Have Created Eternal, Omnipresent Speed.
We Will Glorify War—the World’s Only Hygiene—Militarism, Patriotism, The Destructive Gesture Of Freedom-bringers, Beautiful Ideas Worth Dying For, And Scorn For Woman.
We Will Destroy The Museums, Libraries, Academies Of Every Kind, Will Fight Moralism, Feminism, Every Opportunistic Or Utilitarian Cowardice.
We Will Sing Of Great Crowds Excited By Work, By Pleasure, And By Riot; We Will Sing Of The Multicolored, Polyphonic Tides Of Revolution In The Modern Capitals; We Will Sing Of The Vibrant Nightly Fervor Of Arsenals And Shipyards Blazing With Violent Electric Moons; Greedy Railway Stations That Devour Smoke-plumed Serpents; Factories Hung On Clouds By The Crooked Lines Of Their Smoke; Bridges That Stride The Rivers Like Giant Gymnasts, Flashing In The Sun With A Glitter Of Knives; Adventurous Steamers That Sniff The Horizon; Deep-chested Locomotives Whose Wheels Paw The Tracks Like The Hooves Of Enormous Steel Horses Bridled By Tubing; And The Sleek Flight Of Planes Whose Propellers Chatter In The Wind Like Banners And Seem To Cheer Like An Enthusiastic Crowd.
does anyone
read Cracked
* My gay vampire Sim, who is studying for a degree in Fine Arts, is in a relationship with a Plant Sim
* The frat house where my gay vampire Sim and his boyfriend live is populated with the ghosts of deceased housemates who all starved to death
* Aliens have visited the frat house
* The professor of Fine Arts is practically dating nearly everyone on campus
* Said professor can be flirting with a student outside a lecture hall and be teaching at the same time
I may run the games with just the Sims I have, instead of increasing the number up to 8.
I'm not even kidding. Slam Princess for the win.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead