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2021-08-21 at 4:06 AM UTCCAR more like BIZZARE
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2021-08-21 at 4:07 AM UTCFBI? More like fiery collision after DUI
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2021-08-21 at 4:09 AM UTCFBI? moar lyke a suicide rolled up in a carpet in a car trunk with four gunshot wounds in the back
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2021-08-21 at 4:11 AM UTCDoesnt rhyme. You lose.
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2021-08-21 at 4:15 AM UTC
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2021-08-21 at 4:32 AM UTCThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2021-08-21 at 1:12 PM UTC
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2021-08-21 at 1:13 PM UTCThinking about how lucky I am to be a law abiding citizeb
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2021-08-21 at 1:49 PM UTCFood and drugs I have money to get both but instead I just stay sober and starve, tired of going outside
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2021-08-21 at 3:37 PM UTCThinking of using an arduino or raspberry pi as a camera. I need a tripod though, regardless of what i use. Monoscope + smartphone adapter + tripod would be interesting.
Although i dont want the spooks to alter my stuff whenever they want, so something without built in wireless would be nice -
2021-08-21 at 3:50 PM UTC
Originally posted by Kuntzschutz Thinking of using an arduino or raspberry pi as a camera. I need a tripod though, regardless of what i use. Monoscope + smartphone adapter + tripod would be interesting.
Although i dont want the spooks to alter my stuff whenever they want, so something without built in wireless would be nice
go with the raspberry pi. it's got greater pixel strength. -
2021-08-21 at 3:51 PM UTC
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2021-08-21 at 4:01 PM UTCi am high and ate food
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2021-08-21 at 4:02 PM UTCI could give a fuck if there's mold on my daily bread
I'm a foe to the fainting goat, I'm at home on the razor's edge
Over the garden wall when your Rover was playing dead
Arm-in-arm with a melancholia, roses and baby's breath
Slow to reveal a signal from deep in the tub of tiger balm
Lighter lit, giant slalom circumvent the psychopomp
Womp womp, circle to the watering hole
Something secluded where the spoon stand up in the joe
Pursue a puff of smoke who never hum or trumpet his post
From unassuming to the poltergeist of multiple homes
Ultimate weapon, slow the pulse to a crawl
"Sir, we had thought he was toast"
That's when the elbow drop from off of the ropes
Family approach him like he sat up in his coffin and spoke
We only talk in awkward hello after awkward hello
Most of my visitors request that I be tied to a chair
I wear the skin of my detractors, maybe try not to stare
Yeah
Every time I look up from the paper
I see animals exhibiting irregular behavior
Even though I know that it's a warning
I am back on my old shit again like any other morning
Every time I peek out from the corner
Birds are flying belly-side-up, fish are walking out the water
Even though it seem legit
I'm right here til the season dip
I ain't seen shit
I ain't seen shit
My gang sign's never the same twice
Since offering his service had him nursing a snakebite
We dabble in certainty, I'm allergic to grave vines
You certainly unearthing my aversion to make nice
I'm basically bored stiff
Your sortie go from orbiting warships
To cowering in corners, "Mother, make us some warm milk"
From 'bout it to the mayor of Snoresville in a jiffy
The final form's a portrait of a squirrel stuck in a chimney
I buy a second seat for my extraordinary piss and moan
Feet up while the fleet assemble, keep the devil in the hole
With several yelling, "Sparta," you were yelling, "Marsha, Marsha, Marsha"
Only one'll read the chapter after larva, it's a good one
I'm haunted by Atlantic water bade adieu
Balancing a billion rocks to levitate adjacent to
Escapist at the undisclosed, aloof and newly mummified
You're upsetting the customers, you should see the other guy
Wait
Every time I look up from the paper
I see animals exhibiting irregular behavior
Even though I know that it's a warning
I am back on my old shit again like any other morning
Every time I peek out from the corner
Birds are flying belly-side-up, fish are walking out the water
Even though it seem legit
I'm right here til the season dip
I ain't seen shit
I ain't seen shit
How many vermin get to scurry up the piggy back
And burrow in before it lose the personhood to sticky trap?
Clown car of clingers, I shiver off with the water dogs
Invoking tippy toes along the wall and diving somersaults
That sneak him out the supper club, and muddy up the coveralls
I leave y'all to the scuttlebutt
We get our water from the source directly
Zoltar, predisposed to go dark
Ghost ride, all roll-bar, no lodestar, ayy
Comeuppance like a fire licking at your shoes
When all you want is happy feet in hammocks under azure blue
Have you any marrow past the ballyhoo or no, sir?
No, it's mostly snotty noses pressed to empty zoo enclosures going
"This is stupid, I'm tired, I want a pretzel"
The guppies are getting grumpy, there's nothing like nothing special
I know you were expecting just a Jekyll
The others are in there also, his company doesn't end well
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2021-08-21 at 4:02 PM UTC
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2021-08-21 at 4:20 PM UTChey wellhung i met this 49yo cougar last night at that club i previously met the 44 yo single mom at and she was quite hot. but what made her hot was her style her dress and also how she was sort of tall. she has like short dark hair sort of not super short and like had this dressy white black striped dress with pant legs and like a fancy top like almost half a tuxedo going on. she also suggested us fucking which is hilarious cause we were twlking and she said something like I cant come to your place unfortunately. I want to but I cant. just out of the blue. What do u think thwt means well hung?
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2021-08-21 at 4:22 PM UTChmm
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2021-08-21 at 4:26 PM UTCshe looks reslly weird in thwt pic like shes way older or something thsn i remember her in real life she is 49 tho.
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2021-08-21 at 4:34 PM UTC
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2021-08-21 at 4:47 PM UTCThinking about jungian philosophy a bit.
Mash the buttons, knock knock, never yield
Phobias in motion blowing smoke into the sterile field
Wonkavator up beyond the seraphim, terra beneath the keratin
Every bit precariously jerry-rigged
His helmet is a case of Bud, he factor in the paper cuts
Corrugated cockpit, I'm not exactly Major Tom
Buzzed Aldrin, I can't count backwards
Ten, one, someone get this buzzard to the Matmos
Ten thousand hours addressing open beaks
Exiting the atmosphere with no green to chroma key
Greebles on the body, tin cans on the bumper
Slip into the freezing ether like a pea coat from his mother
How much interstellar freedom can he reasonably suffer?
More than you can feed through a shutter
I use a phony voice when I'm yelling, "Nobody's home"
I'm a liar, but I wouldn't say I'm wrong
I ain't really seen land in a minute
AWOL spaceman, wave to the Mrs
Faint transmission after nothing for the summer
I have never seen so many colors
Uh, ayy
The human heart tattoo move in a hard vacuum
Only back to pay a bill or maybe fill a cart with cat food
I'm shredded, smelling like I just stepped off a charred capsule, I did
That's not imaginary ash in his wig
That's rounding Cygnus with a souvenir from galaxy quest
I know it sound like myth and magic, but the shrapnel commits
I give a fuck about a factory scent, we mostly play to the fringe
They figure, "What's a little tape on the wings?"
A little glue, a little paint, a little staple and string
You won't believe how far the garbage when that radio ping
Behold a view or two where you could lose your voice at the moon
I hope you like your beef and veggies with the moisture removed
Dig it, the low rider, lower the gold visor
Nosedive guided by the ghost of Laika, my heavens
Slow drive, side-eye stealthy
When can we expect you?
Why would you expect me?
I ain't really seen land in a minute
AWOL spaceman, wave to the Mrs
Faint transmission after nothing for the summer
I have never seen so many colors
Tangentially related in the sense of one's environment
Informing what they're made of
There was a ghost who broke it all up into tiny numbers
And dated vector graphics and New York Times puzzles
Who struggled knowing love as more than boring data entry
More reported from an orbit all his own, to say it gently
I'm reporting from an orbit all my own, to say it gently
Catch a wave in the jalopy down to burn up on re-entry
Man the laser, do you copy? Keep invaders on the business end
Autopilot zeroes in on zero wind for pissing in
Fixer-upper, she putt like a Plymouth Duster
From bucket to mothership, if you're up for a little sunburn, stat
Neighbors at the mercy of a thin wall
One side nap, one satellite pinball
Fun size asteroids pingin' off the cabin
Ping, ping, the soundtrack of shrinking into blackness
I blink through 4D, droid sitting bitch scorned
The voice of destroy and rebuild
Who rose above the partly cloudy counting on a Galaga hack
His only carry-on's a napkin of math
From packed in a menagerie to cheese and crackers at the apogee
Add a little finding God and trying not to atrophy, um
I know you're whispering about me at the corner store
"We've seen the glowing light from under his apartment door"
I ain't really seen land in a minute
AWOL spaceman, wave to the Mrs
Faint transmission after nothing for the summer
I have never seen so many colors
