Malkuth is the prison I missed. Binah is the angel of death. Chokmah is the Egyptian Answer, treat her kindly.

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A check of the clock tells me that I must end this now. You have brought dishonor upon the House of Shitstain. I Kevin Shitstain, renounce you on behalf of the Shitstain Name. No l

What happens is the loads are released at different temperatures. Full bore connection and the cooler loads get overridden by the quick hot loads. Some of the loads get delivered.

Every time that I have to use my Windows 10 computer I am surprised again by how slow it is compared to my Linux machines. I hate it. There is so much lag that I have time to fold.

How'd it go with the cats? "I only got bit once", he said dejected. Cool, is that record? "No, more like par", he says smiling. Don't you mean purr. "So, what about this breakfast

When I really get going, it becomes harder and harder trying to simplify my language to conform with your intelligence level. I apologize for not recognizing the levels of straidat

I sure hope that last one gets picked up by someone that knows what I am asking.

The photo looked like it had been painted by Seurat with Nicolai Gogol thrown in there somewhere. I also thought Brueghel or Bosch. Somebody else said it was Banksy. Too elaborate

The Asteroid Wars took place 2067-68 and if you believe Professor Loomis, in 2018 as well. In what universe was that? Not this one for sure. In March of 2067 the CEO/Governor of

One day, a young boy named, well, we don't know his name yet. Anyway, that day, that boy woke up in the city park in the center of town right in the middle of the Havest Moon Dance

Their natural eyes were not able to see how the girl's presence had brightened the puppy's aura. I could only see it because my third eye was slightly open and mostly cataracts.

I saw one girl watching tv on her bed while in the hall beside her room a guy wearing a knit winter hat is stealing out of the safe. A giant mechanical rooster is watching him work

The daylight was ending soon and he didn't have enough jars filled yet. He was going to lose more for each jar that went unfilled by the time the sun set. He couldn't see any way t

I felt happiest in the light but always forgot that. I always had to see what was in the shadows. Even shade was suspect, in my eyes. A confronted the sun with her penumbra & lies.

Besides, I am not a gibbon. "You're not educated either. What's your point." He had a point. What was my point? Something about the antithesis of the commutative property when seen

Estan triste las cosas. They really are sad. Lloran y lloran. That is all they can do.

we.d have to agree on conventions of communication. one method is the one demonstrated here. It is primarily a visual message with vocative information as it's contents, itself. Re

Something I said set the Brightup ablaze and I got kicked out of the nonlocality so hard even the Clouds shunned me. I collapsed into a limited wretch on the lonely yet crazy world

I knew it wasn't going to be pretty. I imagined the moment my brother would find out about him abusing me. I watched him, waiting for the rage. "Well, I do own a shovel." was all