what bothers me is that somewhere out there on the internet where i cant see it, someone is saying something disagreeable. sometimes the thought of it makes me so upset i go into the search bar on here and type "disagreeable" and start crying while jacking off scrolling the results
my name is beatrice codswallop. eleanor woolgather. legally my full name is ambergris renegade, but my friends just call me gris. yeah its nice to meet you. the names octavia wintermelon. constance wang-peterson. oh yes allow me to introduce myself. my name is margarine portions
artifice to me is not so much a word that implies deception, or the obscuration of the authentic, but one that indicates the delicate nature of our constructions, tiny gears whirring and catching, strands of glass thinner than fishing twine
met an archeologist in the andes. he'd followed a trail of ceramics down from chiapas, hoping to find the origin of the elite cult that had influenced their style. what did u discover? i asked. a temple complex? thats the thing, he said. i came all the way here and all i found was one blasted kiln
yeah it's the new ChortleGun 5600. all-electric. it'll get you 150 chuckles/kWh. sure it'll do guffaws and belly laughs but that'll run the battery down faster. of course, right this way. let me show you the supplementary GigglePacks.
ppl i used to play dnd with would get mad at me OOC for ringing cursed clocktower bells or dropping key items into bottomless pits. theyd say "u dont really roleplay, all ur characters just act exactly how u would in real life," which perplexed me. at the time, i fancied myself a quite sensible girl
dm: king marigold offers u a choice. join him, or face the pollen chamber
PC: and if we refuse?
dm: h—
p2: inapt remark
p2: he explicitly said the pollen chamber
p1: ya
p1: just wanted to say that
p2: sure. but this isnt 1 of ur wet dreams is it
p2: its dungeons and dragons
p2: so get a fucking grip
in his work "autumn of the middle ages", huizinga argues that the romantic cliches of the european late medieval period were the result of what he calls "long fall", an autumn season spanning centuries caused by a mysterious purple fog. the book has come under some criticism from modern scholars,
actually, criticisms of "escapism" are themselves reactionary, aligned as they are with industrial society's claim to exhaust the possibility of the outside. we can get out. we need to get out
my least forgiveable bourgeois fantasy is that anything about my trivial and immoral existence could be illuminated by the imagined life histories of those who carry on in very different ways very far away from me
hour seven of my bond villain monologue and ive moved from poorly summarizing a novel whose title i dont remember to speculating incorrectly on how the carpet on the floor beneath us was made
found a jam in the earth's axle. im about to wiggle it out and things are gonna start moving pretty fast. dont be alarmed. recall our planet is already rotating at startling speeds. you'll adjust to the change in about 72 hours
detectives are such a great invention. guys granted the power to ruin lives, not through personal authority, but through the dominance of their mode of reasoning in society, a mode comprised of hunches, speculation, and copious illogic. i guess their real life counterpart would have to be the scient
