I used to like Alcohol, but the alcohol fought back and now I have a restraining order, I cannot come within 20 feet of alcohol or else the police will come and be all like "Yo, alcohol doesn't likes yous" and I'm like, "Psssh, w/e coppers, you couldn't stop prohibition, what's up with that? So I did crimes enough, you make it legal again"
and then the cops look sullen and sad and they kick at the dirt.
I love everything that flows, everything that has time in it and becoming, that brings us back to the beginning where there is never end: the violence of the prophets, the obscenity that is ecstasy, the wisdom of the fanatic, the priest with his rubber litany, the foul words of the whore, the spittle that floats away in the gutter, the milk of the breast and the bitter honey that pours from the womb, all that is fluid, melting, dissolute and dissolvent, all the pus and dirt that in flowing is purified, that loses its sense of origin, that makes the great circuit toward death and dissolution. The great incestuous wish is to flow on, one with time, to merge the great image of the beyond with the here and now. A fatuous, suicidal wish that is constipated by words and paralyzed by thought.
If I ever said anything bad about Tropic of Cancer up until now, I take it back
You implied I Uck the police, but Uck is a pokemon from the 6th generation and to do that I need a 6th generation pokeball, which costs money.... A lot of money.
There's also catching the Uck and releasing him upon the police, but one problem at a time.
And Yes, that is how I actually fantasize rich people spend their time, they get their money, put it in a huge pile and just lay on top of it and wait for people to try and criticize them.
That's what I would do.
"What's that, you didn't like my book, sorry, I can't hear you from this giant money pile."
"Breasts are like toy trains: intended for children but mostly enjoyed by adults" - traditional proverb
after my maternal grandmother died my grandfather retreated into solitude, demolishing most of the basement of his home to build a massive model train layout
Windows 3.1, windows 95, and windows 98 were good! I grew up on them!
Sure, other computers do crap like actually "working" and "not freezing" and "responding in less than 15 seconds" and worthless crap like that; but do they provide a fun synesthetic experience of the clickity-tackitty-clicka-ticka-tat-tat-clica-tack of typing with the great computer sounds of error messages and shiny colorful pixels? Truly, those computers are a joy to the eyes, ears, and fingers. All the senses except taste and smell.
You can keep your super-fast million-pixel junk with so much data they need new words for it (seriously, a gigabyte? How do you fit that much information in a computer); you can keep your smoothly-responding no-errors always-works with-like-a-billion-colors computers with their flatty flat screens with no physical depth and no tilt.
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I've read this doujin. It's OK
does it have any other cow girls?
no
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and pony metal.
"Those rotto discs are scary because they're colorful and they spin around"
Logic has been applied and rubbed into the rash, here is hoping for minimum side-effects like burning or itching.
there are some later stages in Super Talking Time Bros. The Last Levels that I await raocow's reaction to. Because they are weird
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
and then the cops look sullen and sad and they kick at the dirt.
There's also catching the Uck and releasing him upon the police, but one problem at a time.
That's what I would do.
"What's that, you didn't like my book, sorry, I can't hear you from this giant money pile."
Also, there is plenty of money to be made from preschoolers, everyone knows that
Hows that for dark comedy?
Should I watch Raocow? >Yes >Pudding.
He went to the Goomba Factory.
Windows 95 startup sound
or Windows 98 startup sound?
Windows 3.1, windows 95, and windows 98 were good! I grew up on them!
Sure, other computers do crap like actually "working" and "not freezing" and "responding in less than 15 seconds" and worthless crap like that; but do they provide a fun synesthetic experience of the clickity-tackitty-clicka-ticka-tat-tat-clica-tack of typing with the great computer sounds of error messages and shiny colorful pixels? Truly, those computers are a joy to the eyes, ears, and fingers. All the senses except taste and smell.
You can keep your super-fast million-pixel junk with so much data they need new words for it (seriously, a gigabyte? How do you fit that much information in a computer); you can keep your smoothly-responding no-errors always-works with-like-a-billion-colors computers with their flatty flat screens with no physical depth and no tilt.
As for me, I'll stay with the fun computers.
1. playing Doom
2. trying to duplicate the Sonic 2 Chemical Plant Zone background using Microsoft Paint. Futile, but fun!
3. speaking of Sonic, changing all the Windows sound effects to Sonic sound effects