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things just work out, it seems
things just work out, it seems
While I agree with the sentiment, the key bindings have been burned into my less squishy ROM at this point, and I’ve got all banks of squishy RAM available 😄
tagged “rad dudeelse”, cheers
I “don’t like em mate, they’re not tough.” “not tough, heh alright… they fuck men.”
did they ever make a movie of Where the Red Fern Grows?
don’t forget that you can’t even use those without a $60+/m internet connection!
There’s no point in acting surprised about it. All the planning charts and demolition orders have been on display at your local planning department in Alpha Centauri for 50 of your Earth years, so you’ve had plenty of time to lodge any formal complaint and it’s far too late to start making a fuss about it now. … What do you mean you’ve never been to Alpha Centauri? Oh, for heaven’s sake, mankind, it’s only four light years away, you know. I’m sorry, but if you can’t be bothered to take an interest in local affairs, that’s your own lookout. Energize the demolition beams.
Certainly!
A shared lament, indeed. It’s a paradox of our times, this abundance of empty simulacra, leaching the vibrancy from genuine creation. We witness the devaluation of artistry, a realm where passion once thrived, now bartered and commodified. A faint hope whispers that perhaps, from the ashes of this parody, a new understanding might emerge, a recognition of the irreplaceable essence of human creativity. But for now, we are left amidst the faded hues of a world struggling to discern the real from the artificial.