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 making me hungry too. But the mental image of Princess Centie having a bunch of guards escort her so she can get to Dairy Queen in her luxury car amuses me.)
(Also, I'm referring to my princessona as if she's a separate person. I should probably not do that.)
RIP Generic Middle-eastern guards, you will be missed, and wow, I kinda wish you did a better job because these crusaders are douchebags who ate all my Thin Mints.
RIP Generic Middle-eastern guards, you will be missed, and wow, I kinda wish you did a better job because these crusaders are douchebags who ate all my Thin Mints.
it was probably Alfonso de San Manuel. He has a cookie addiction.
(I'm making me hungry too. But the mental image of Princess Centie having a bunch of guards escort her so she can get to Dairy Queen in her luxury car amuses me.)
(Also, I'm referring to my princessona as if she's a separate person. I should probably not do that.)
I refer to Yoko as a separate person all the time.
It's cold outside; there's no kind of atmosphere I'm all alone, more or less Let me fly, far away from here Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun
I want to lie, shipwrecked and comatose Drinking fresh mango juice Goldfish shoals nibbling at my toes Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun
Discworld quotes plus Gizoogle equals hours of Fun For The Whole Family.
Dat shiznit was so much easier ta blame it on Them. Dat shiznit was bleakly wack ta be thinkin dat They was Us. If dat shiznit was Them, then not a god damn thang was mah playass fault. If dat shiznit was Us, what tha fuck did dat make Me, biatch? After all, I be one of Us. I must be. Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I certainly never thought of mah dirty ass as one of Them. No one eva be thinkin of theyselves as one of Them. We always one of Us. It aint nuthin but Them dat do tha wack thangs.
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
"Next big thing" for the internet as a whole or "next big thing" that Central Avenue fixates on?
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
Half of you just rolled your eyes at me because every hipster in the world these days has a Murakami book tucked into his post-ironic waistcoat. The other half just rolled their eyes at me for calling him a sci-fi author. I know, I know, the term all the smart people are using these days is "post-modernist" or "magical realist," but those phrases are bullshit. They're parsley on a Hot Pocket: They exist only for pretentious folk to try to fancy up something they like but think is beneath them. Murakami is a sci-fi author with a literary bent. Very few of his books stick to the literal and often boring world of reality. There's always some twist: Mysterious disappearances, alternate universes, magical powers, mythology come to life, and out-of-body experiences can be found in almost every one of his novels.
Half of you just rolled your eyes at me because every hipster in the world these days has a Murakami book tucked into his post-ironic waistcoat. The other half just rolled their eyes at me for calling him a sci-fi author. I know, I know, the term all the smart people are using these days is "post-modernist" or "magical realist," but those phrases are bullshit. They're parsley on a Hot Pocket: They exist only for pretentious folk to try to fancy up something they like but think is beneath them. Murakami is a sci-fi author with a literary bent. Very few of his books stick to the literal and often boring world of reality. There's always some twist: Mysterious disappearances, alternate universes, magical powers, mythology come to life, and out-of-body experiences can be found in almost every one of his novels.
I don't know if that statement applies to the author in question, but I don't necessarily disagree with the idea that people are making up ridiculous terms because they feel sci fi is beneath them.
Smee, Maiman, Doktar, Pavelier, Button-Lee, Juan Ovyu
I've... peeped thangs you people wouldn't believe... Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I watched c-beams glitter up in tha dark near tha Tannhäuser Gate. All them... moments... will be lost up in time, like tears... in... rain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Time... to die..
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that structure in the back is Kexruct's house.
Crusadergarden, coming soon to a webcomic site near you.
also
I promise I'll never rap again.
I'm all alone, more or less
Let me fly, far away from here
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun
I want to lie, shipwrecked and comatose
Drinking fresh mango juice
Goldfish shoals nibbling at my toes
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun
Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun
Dat shiznit was so much easier ta blame it on Them. Dat shiznit was bleakly wack ta be thinkin dat They was Us. If dat shiznit was Them, then not a god damn thang was mah playass fault. If dat shiznit was Us, what tha fuck did dat make Me, biatch? After all, I be one of Us. I must be. Ya Mom shoulda told ya, I certainly never thought of mah dirty ass as one of Them. No one eva be thinkin of theyselves as one of Them. We always one of Us. It aint nuthin but Them dat do tha wack thangs.
wouldn't believe...
Attack ships on fire off the
shoulder of Orion. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I watched
c-beams glitter up in tha dark
near tha Tannhäuser Gate.
All them... moments... will
be lost up in time, like
tears... in... rain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Time... to
die..
I am aware. I was talking in general terms.
I am aware. I was talking in general terms.
I am aware. I was talking in general terms.
I am aware. I was talking in general terms.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead