A young woman, beloved by the populace, is hand-picked by a cadre of mysterious elites whom seek to revolutionise the world, and in doing so is forced to take up the sword from her friend's chest in opposition.
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
In dreams, I always seem to know the layout of the streets, even when it doesn't correspond to any real-life place I've been.
It's like I've got the same kind of mental map in my head that I have of certain places in real life, except instead of coming from exploring the place and memorizing the layout, I just have it in my head automatically.
I checked the SA internet critic thread today on a whim, and somehow, they are still flipping out at the idea that anyone could enjoy the Star Wars prequels.
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
My mom and sister used to think I was a gay man because I called myself "The Princess" long before I came out as a trans woman.
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paging @Toolsie
(I dunno if editing that mention worked but either way, check out that link in the last post)
I intend to get a PS4 this April so I can play the new R&C game, so I shall keep an eye out for this!
Also, I've an idiot who's cut my finger with a peeler.
A fucking peeler!
And this is why I hate peeling vegetables.
So I am improvising by shoving a bunch of vegetables in there to bulk up the pie so it doesn't end up like some sloppy mess.
We shall see how well it goes.
I made too much mashed potato.
What a shame.
*eats excess mash out the pan*
also remember how many neo-nazis there were?
that was something
Ken Russel is a good director
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
get it right
Odd coloured eyes, rare recessive blood type... I'm a genetic reject.
there are no in-betweens
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
That's why they're called nature's presidents.