I was 11, and I was in Religious Studies. It was some festival of sorts, because we were eating chocolate caramels. I was chewing away at my caramel quite happily, when I heard a crunch. I pulled this blood stained, partially chewed up chocolate caramel only to find that my wobbly tooth that wasn't very wobbly was sticking out of it and that blood was pouring out my mouth.
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
Oh, I'm sorry we can't all be little cis-species humans like you, Mr. Homo Sapiens. I thought maybe a forum like this one would be open-minded and accepting of those who identify as other species. But no, apparently that was just too much to ask, because I get hit with the same privileged, prejudiced nonsense here as I do everywhere else. Is it too much to ask that people show a little compassion for once? It's not easy being a magical sapient flying horse in the body of a lame-ass human; the last thing I need is the struggles and oppression I face every day of my life being belittled as an "RP".
Oh, I'm sorry we can't all be little cis-species humans like you, Mr. Homo Sapiens. I thought maybe a forum like this one would be open-minded and accepting of those who identify as other species. But no, apparently that was just too much to ask, because I get hit with the same privileged, prejudiced nonsense here as I do everywhere else. Is it too much to ask that people show a little compassion for once? It's not easy being a magical sapient flying horse in the body of a lame-ass human; the last thing I need is the struggles and oppression I face every day of my life being belittled as an "RP".
The imp, the provocateur. An entity fueled with spite and rebellion. The one who fought with God and fell to earth. Someone who has no identity beyond the contrarian. A man who will play fascist to spite one deity and play pacifist to spite the other.
The incubus, the deceiver. A rebellious edge honed by the years into a more clever sort. Obsessed with gaining allies and gaining support and gaining power and gaining souls. Working purely for his own satisfaction, often by indulging that of others unail they slip up
He knows. He knows that He comes. He knows that there is nothing he can do to stop it. It was all pointless, every experiment, every risk, every three days of happiness, all for fucking naught. He is saying goodbye, but he will say it on his own terms
I mean, Forsythe was still kickin' then, right? I remember the entire tenor of the forum being different (at least partially) because of him, though my memory might be distorted.
Like I walked by this dude's house and he just chucked a stone at me and said "fuck off you stupid hippie" which doesn't even make any goddamn sense and also I was just walking by your house you thousand-year old idiot it's not my fault you bought a house that sits right off the street.
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
Finally, a flashlight I can hold in my belly button. Thanks Dollar Tree
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
Neither you, nor anyone else you know, will live much longer because of transhumanist technology. No one is going to figure out AI in the SF sense any time soon. You are going to die one day. You will never have to worry about the philosophical problems of mind uploading because it will never happen to you
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I needed several gauzes to stop the bleeding.
Looking back at how I was that year, I'm wondering the same thing.
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
He knows. He knows that He comes. He knows that there is nothing he can do to stop it. It was all pointless, every experiment, every risk, every three days of happiness, all for fucking naught. He is saying goodbye, but he will say it on his own terms
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
I don't even remember 2013 all that well, so I'm not sure if I'm more or less insufferable.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
I really do hope you can find a way to make it out.
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'm still cute though :3