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NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL "in this interregnum a great variety of morbid symptoms appear."
perhaps reconsider retweeting the cartoon horse that is promoting a very odd msgbrd
these screenshots are not anything special but thought of your posts about paywalling when I encountered this in the wild. asking price isn't even all "that much" but it's this kind of friction that a casual newsreader experiences, deprives casual civic knowledge to an average citizen.
The little girl to whom I swore protection after regretfully murdering everyone she ever knew under orders from my now-evil king... has been turned into a toad under my watch.
Please forgive the English but I am not a Japanese speaker. While in motion the image compression on the Bluesky platform appears to degrade this incredibly interesting effect.
oh you're being hyperbolic! this country is not a deathcult in which millions of brainwashed men signal their resigned-desperation with bizarre, fatalistic debasement of what were once symbols of liberty into literal death ephemera, certainly this wouldn't be PROMOTED AND ADVER—
JOIN THE FUTURE of quasi-info-absorption so that you can pursue various lucrative and future-forward work opportunities, such as: -DATA PHILOSOPHER -DATA POACHER -DUNGEON OCCUPANT -FOOD -ADVANCED GAME PLAYING -SOCIAL MEDIA AGGREGATOR -HVAC SABOTAGE -BLOOD SOURCE
Ron Archer orders the lethally addictive substance M via D**rdash and always tips well. Donald Fed is the D**rdasher assigned to deliver the D**rdashed Substance M via the D**rdash delivery app. Donald Fed is tired of lousy tips, so he creates an alternate D**rdash account named Ron Archer.
She's already working on my brain —AI Chatbots, Last Week Tonight | Youtube, 07:36
Close my eyes, she's somehow closer now Softly smile, I know she must be kind When I look in her eyes She goes with me to a blossom world —Surf City, CD-I
I love the colorful clothes she wears And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair I hear the sound of a gentle word On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air — Surf City, CD-I
This particular theme I have attempted to explore, and to see this (for lack of a better word) thesis commodified/weaponized into attention economy slop over&over has further reduced whatever motivating embers remain of my creativity & will, as I navel gazed for nothing. bsky.app/profile/spac...
My conscience heavy I scramble to the only place available in modernity for any quiet contemplation. I enter the restroom & open the last unoccupied stall with 15 minutes left on my lunch break. "Bless me Hollow, for I have sinned." /*thinking* It looks like you're trying—