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Thursday, August 22, 2019

"I'm in love with a stripper ♪♫♬"
"Trump is bae"

Welp, I don't know what I expected. An interesting start!

"I testify that there is no more worthy god than my future self, and that Libertology heralds my apotheosis. 🌌 Ascend the MESCATOMic bridge at!"
👉 explorer link
The sky's alive with turned on television sets
I walk the streets and seek another vision yet
The echo makes me turn to see that last frontier
The edge of time closes down as I disappear
The time that's best is when surroundings fade away
The presence of another world comes close to me
It's time for me to throw away this paper knife
I'm not alone in reaching for a perfect life

I searched the first line, and found "Omegaman" by The Police.

Friday, August 23, 2019

"long live zboard. shut up and take my 0.005z"

Saturday, August 24, 2019

"Good Times"

Here's the YouTube video:

"David Koch was a hero whose life ought to be celebrated."

Tuesday, August 27, 2019

"That stripper you're in love with IS MY SISTER !"

Wednesday, August 28, 2019

"Ode To Irony" and "Ode to Solitude" [sic]
Ode To Irony
Fuck literally everyone who calls themselves a second son,
sons are first and sons are fast: "First you're second, then you're last!"
Then you bring to light a brazier,
then you face the world a stranger,
then you’re fucked and out of luck,
and all your rhymes they come to suck.
Ode to Solitude
Some might say "Don't kiss and tell,"
that attitude suits me quite well.
I don't kiss, nor do I talk,
And so... I guess I’ll stop.

Thursday, August 29, 2019

Sorry boss I can't pare this one down to 512 and it bangs harder in a single dose
"Sorry boss I can't pare this one down to 512"
Sorry boss I can't pare this one down to 512 and it bangs harder in a single dose

I took the liberty of including the text from that link:

"It seems odd," I think, as I'm greeted with hugs,
"that behind that drab siding I've hidden drugs,
searched for Easter baskets and for my self!"
(I thought I knew what that was.) Now under each shelf:
My regrets, their dishes, their hopes, and their pans.
All parts of my parents' retirement plan.
A life of condition, (We'd never relate it!)
A huge tv's hung up so we all can hate it.
So turn to the south, see the trees being blown
inflating, with whisp'ring disdain for our home:
"Reject you these trappings, luxury forgo!"
An altar to public radio.