Making an improvised slow braised beef shoulder/strip stew type of thing with tomato sauce, Italian herbs, shitloads of minced garlic, a demi glace, carrots, an onion and a couple other things, red wine vinegar, olive oil etc.
The one thing I might not like is how much oil I used to get the initial "fry" type of sear on the beef before putting in the rest of the stuff, I will have to either burn or spoon it off the top and you can never 100% do that without losing a lot of sauce... So more olive oil in my tummy it is!
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Originally posted by Sophie
You've already made up your mind Obbe. You're not discussing this with me in good faith and then you wonder why i ghost you after you pull shit like this. You could have just called me a sicko that needs help and you could have spared me writing half an essay for a blind asshole eh?
Another dishonest accusation of bad intent. You have zero intellectual honesty and a child fucking faggot retard.
I really genuinely hope you are NIS's next and final suicide.
Fucking end yourself faggot. I'll literally live to torment you.
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Originally posted by Obbe
The universe is at root a magical illusion and a fabulous game, and that there is no separate "you" to get something out of it, as if life were a bank to be robbed. The only real "you" is the one that comes and goes, manifests and withdraws itself eternally in and as every conscious being. For "you" is the universe looking at itself from billions of points of view, points that come and go so that the vision is forever new.
Gay^
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It's a weird pedophile tactic where he compliments you on something and implies you have the potential of gaining his approval to try to get you to stop hating him.
Weird ingratiating little faggot tactic.
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I no longer hold the capacity to feel true joy, or much of anything any more. I go to sleep early so by the time I will be awake, my girlfriend is already asleep. I now don't like most of the time I spend with her or basically any other human so I prefer to be a night owl.
Last night I drank wine and watched over 100 seegore.com videos for absolutely no reason. I realized like 80 deep that I hadn't felt a single thing, it was like I might as well have been watching boring cartoon violence.
Between bouts of wakefulness I live inside a nightmare. I nod off on the couch for 30+ minutes at a time and come out of these strange daydreams with a rush of emotions like fear, anger, disgust etc but they all seem impersonal. I can sorta feel them there but they don't mean anything to me any more other than just feeling like I am going crazy.
Most of my time every day has become occupied with stuff from inside my own head, stuff pertaining to the past, stuff that doesn't even relate to reality, stuff I can even know for sure isn't true. I have very little connection to reality if I look at the proportion of my day that internal and external things occupy.
I have a recurring dream where I find myself hurtling towards the earth at immense speed from Low Earth Orbit where I ram into the atmosphere and having my skin burned off by sheer air friction and my bones reduced to dust and ash.
The specific part I "like" from this dream is the idea of being slowly disintegrated until there is nothing left, at the very last second before I disappear, I will appear as a speck punching through the air, all lost to the winds.
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What if rather than abandoned satellites etc access to Low Earth Orbit and higher was blocked due to decades of pee pee and poo poo released by astronauts in LEO?
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