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bro this is not a place of honor bro uts a not this is nuclear waste repository bro this isnt ancient treasure not a place of honor this will not givve you anything of value just avoid it i swear bro just leave it please bro this is nucl this is nuclear waste repository not ancient treasure ancient treasure is more gilded bro this is going to cause danger to the body there is nothing sacred

ok hear me out:
step one, we'll rebrand socialism as "disruptive new approach to corporate governance"

"as an advanced tooter", i start my last words, already on the scaffold, the enraged crowd booing out my stand for the multi column interface

one of these barely lucid 2am ideas that I remembered long enough to force into existence proper

In the spirit of compromise I propose a new, better, temperature unit, Radians Kelvin (rK).
To calculate, take absolute temperature in Kelvin and divide it by 360/τ.
Advantages include:
✔ easy to handle numbers like 5.12 rK for room temperature, 4.77 and 6.51 rK for respectively the freezing point and boiling point of water
✔ based on scientific measurements but is statistically guaranteed to piss at least some scientist off by using both Tau and referring to "degrees kelvin"
✔ I am running out of things to put on this slide and hope you stopped reading earlier out of desperation

next pokemon game to include a physics simulation so you can use pokeballs to punt the little assholes into orbit

what if we registered each other being 0m apart on the corona-warn-app 😳

victorian england be like: *says "gay sex" and means "women"*

The Year is 2259, the name of the place… GTK+ 5

Seventh International Nimbyist — Communism in one country that's not mine

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:

“Please call 811 before you dig”

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now that i had surgery and can sit upright again, i decided i wanted to start writing again finally, so i started with some shitty poetry to shake the rust off

lewd shitpost 

vore. vore never changes

handwashing meme, this place is not a place of honour 

I couldn’t quite fit in the full message, but I put in the part that I like

I walk a country road
the only one that I have ever known
know well where it goes
But it takes me home, (and I'm alone)

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