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2021-08-25 at 2:09 AM UTC in What are you thinking about....
Originally posted by infinityshock lovingly lanced lannys longling little labia along with his lovely lips like the lascivious lovely lass allowed his uncle larry when he was little.. from a biblical perspective, your rectum needs to be exercised. i mean…it needs an exorcism. it gets plenty of exercise.
Twosense and RangeR, prove me wrong untertan -
2021-08-25 at 1:57 AM UTC in What are you thinking about....From a biblical perspective to be honest, female angels do not exist.
Theyre all masculine entities. They can be deceiving, of course. I think judaism and islam are the same, but not sure -
2021-08-24 at 2:32 AM UTC in Im being arrested for child pornography by apd
Originally posted by Kev I dont know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult. its flattering someone thinks im clever enough to be deep cover, but pretty fuckin insulting nonetheless to be called a pig.
sorry about your friend tho.
are you a totse OG? i cant recall your name, but i will be especially impressed if you can remember who i was on totse.
I joined totse in 03. Totse was not about making friends or being recognized, to me. -
2021-08-24 at 2:30 AM UTC in Im being arrested for child pornography by apd
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2021-08-24 at 2:28 AM UTC in I ordered some LED lights
Originally posted by infinityshock lovingly lanced lannys longling little labia along with his lovely lips like the lascivious lovely lass allowed his uncle larry when he was little you would have to gain about 500 IQ points to be considered retarded.
a faraday cage will have literally zero effect on a weed grow. filtering the air is irrelevant. you also forgot to mention the countermeasure for the electric company/LE monitoring electrical consumption.
you suck cock and the only way you found your way out of your mothers uterus is because she sat on the toilet to squeeze out a turd from her asshole and you popped out.
also, youre an idiot
Twosense.ai
Thats why a cage might matter. It was RangeR before that. Look at it from the perspective of all your bacon buddies are corrupt -
2021-08-23 at 1:26 PM UTC in Im starting an fm radio stationHe probably read up on the laws and chickened out.
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2021-08-23 at 1:24 PM UTC in What's your blood typeThey dont like giving us that information around here
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2021-08-21 at 9:16 PM UTC in What are you thinking about....Im thinking about setting up pi zero cams up with rtl sdrs in certain areas and logging rfi fingerprints to correlate snapshots.
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2021-08-21 at 6:18 PM UTC in What are you thinking about....Thinking i wish there were more incense now.
Severe cold, stare at the code
Keep a small circle like a deer in a scope
Let me clear my throat (Let me clear my throat)
Pocketful of rocket fuel and pyramid stones
Invoke a spirit from the parallel
Appearing as unwelcome news
That drag you to the shadow realm
And back for show and tell at school
Promising a future more bedraggled than bedazzled
When, "It isn't you, it's me," began the dagger to the scabbard
Free snake tats, plays on train tracks
Dorm like a door to Hell, the doorbell plays Taps
Born inside a ring of baffled demonologists
A casualty of otherness, what the fuck's an olive branch?
Rats as big as cattle sent to Babylon convulsing
The home sweet home that sees you as bag of hostile protein
While I do believe that you believe you're adding to the magic of the motif
Homie, all I hear is, "Dad, I want a pony"
Fuck the police, I'm floating out with the Camazotz
Property of nada, runs on Trompe le Monde and Otter Pops
Roger that, cobblestone beyond the common polygraph
His middle fingers wear little safari hats
Chainsaw shave in the house of a thousand tonics
They're magic if you need a cure for lack of sour vomit
Son, it's not a thing
Everywhere I go, I call to make sure there's a fog machine
Posse up and follow the anomalies
That's a unique wind
Spun a whip out in the snow
Really ain't got shit
Your condition is not a condition we know
Maximum effect
Maximum effect
The rats are back and built their own ship
They're backstroking faster than the old ship
A rat's a rat, it scatters, that's like its magic power
The bowing out it when your house is being smashed to powder
Ping in the rubble, located burning his bacon
Ravens deliver him trinketry in eternal damnation
I make disturbing the stasis a game to beat when the mania boils
Even the days when the pavement's keeping his platelets employed
Stole an ox on occasion
I go through wands too quickly to name 'em
Okay I'll name one, it's the rod of fuck the nonsense
A basic wave and nod'll turn bravado into fondant
We slalom from beyond the wildly oscillating compass
Whether you connect the dots or not is truly not my problem
Familiar with the color of permanent cloud cover
Though I've heard there might be others, I'll buy it when it buffers
Until then a dry and lifeless pile of, "Whys?" and, "Ay carambas"
In a bubble watching dumpster fires multiply in numbers
I know that fear and love and death and pride and romance hold you by your Chukkas
Though it's unclear what some closure might encompass
A bid to visit symmetry from civil war and swim ashore
Sob story same as yours, but a little more, ha
I'm in the alley pacing, I'm skirting curtain call
I make my hospital corners in a circle of salt
That's a unique prayer
Pretty nervous on the low
Only came up for air
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2021-08-21 at 4:47 PM UTC in What are you thinking about....Thinking 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
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2021-08-21 at 4:02 PM UTC in What are you thinking about....I 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 3:37 PM UTC in What are you thinking about....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 -
2021-08-21 at 3:06 PM UTC in I have an important message for you allIve been thinking lately about these beta waves from emf
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2021-08-21 at 4:06 AM UTC in if you don't enjoy breaking bad literally never talk to me ever again and go fuck yourself
Originally posted by the man who put it in my hood https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Fantasy
"Fantasy isn't just a jolly escape: It's an escape, but into something far more extreme than reality, or normality. It's where things are more beautiful and more wondrous and more terrifying. You move into a world of conflicting extremes."
— Terry Gilliam
Fantasy: it's stuff with magic in it, not counting Psychic Powers, or Magic from Technology, or anything meant to frighten, or Magical Realism, or anything strongly religious, or the technology behind the magic that is Magitek, or — where did that clean-cut definition go?
While the core of the fantasy genre is clear enough, there is no succinct definition that encompasses it all. The boundary with Science Fiction is notoriously ambiguous and the boundary with horror is often no less fuzzy. Religiously inspired works, like the Left Behind series, can have a basic good versus evil plotline that would fit well in High Fantasy, but few would place it there. And so on.
Common features of the fantasy genre include:
A secondary world — A world whose connection with our present day world ranges from nominal to non-existent. It could be the remote past or future, or simply a-historical. The inhabitants can be anything from human only, or include other species (or "races" as fantasy likes to call them) of intelligent peoples such as elves, dwarves and orcs. See Standard Fantasy Setting for the, er, standard fantasy setting.
Appeal to a pastoral ideal — Much genre fantasy, of all genres, appeals to the pastoral ideal, one reason for the pseudo-medieval settings. Even urban fantasies will quite often depict cities as blots on the landscape, whose denizens are blinded to what really matters by material ephemera. There are some fantasies, however, which either deliberately take the opposite stance or present a more balanced worldview.
Magic and Powers — Functional Magic is almost always present, though its role in the world can vary widely. It might be either respected, feared, persecuted, or simply not believed in. Its frequency varies from the stuff of legend, through to rare but available to the well connected, up to a ubiquitous part of everyday life. Magitek usually lies at the extreme end of this scale. It may be taught through a master and apprentice system, or in a magical university, when it can be taught at all. When wizards are immortal, they don't need to train successors, and may not be able to. "
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2021-08-20 at 3:01 PM UTC in Do you ever think about stuff like this
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2021-08-20 at 3 PM UTC in It rained yesterdayWere you gay yesterday
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2021-08-20 at 2:59 PM UTC in I ordered some LED lights
Originally posted by Mike Lindell Why am I not surprised you’re stupid enough to suggest growing weed in an apartment building
Its not stupid, sloppy motherfuckers do this constantly and manage to pull off top notch harvests regularly.
If youre paranoid, put a faraday cage around the grow + enhancement the air so absolutely no smell escapes.
But you suck at life and couldnt improvise your way out of a wet paper sack.
Apartment is a lame excuse people have been regurgitating forever -
2021-08-20 at 2:55 PM UTC in Smoking weed makes me feel poisoned, but vaping is fine.Its probably the smoke. Other people are more likely to meltdown from vaping
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2021-08-20 at 2:54 PM UTC in I ordered some LED lightsGrowing weed in your closet is a better use for LEDs. OP shouldve been aborted
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2021-08-20 at 2:25 PM UTC in if you don't enjoy breaking bad literally never talk to me ever again and go fuck yourselfBreaking bad was kinda like Dexter. At some point it turns into a soap opera with dramatic over-acting
And gets boring
