Midnight Pub

the rain, the explosions, the neighbor from Hell

~tffb

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~tetris wrote:

Oh what can ail thee Cat-of-Arms  
Alone and quietly musing  
Though the sense has withered from the floor above  
And no birds sing

~inquiry wrote:

Not too pretty a world anywhere anymore, I suspect.

Very glad to be closer to the end than the beginning.

But then none of it exists (in a way engendering palpitations, at least..) if/when I don't think about it.

In a way, the internet is the rusty ice pick people used to jokingly talk about poking their eyes out with... so it's like bliss bliss bliss bliss bliss <look at the internet> OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING IN THIS HELL?!??!??

Or the like....

~yretek wrote:

Patience, it's the better policy

A machine gun firing velociraptors, it's kinda cooler but messier