i'm not about to de-solder and yank up traces
//waits patiently by the mailbox
Campbell's damn monomyth, again.
Jetgirl had a 60 percent,
Wow! This sucks!
Once they become faceless crowds, they tend to put aside their humanity.
... LONG LIVE THE MISANTHROPIC ONES!!!
Today I ate at home.
I like your choice in herbs.
Rainy day bratwurst.
I found the small alley. And the sign "The Midnight".
Smol Pub is sweet.
Was hypertext a mistake?
Hello. Have a beer.
All that you care about now is seeing what is behind the sideway 8 door.
The ground is uniformly tiled linoleum of a soft mint green.
Credentialism is a hell of a drug.
Bartender, I could use a White Lady over here.
I do heavily identify with the experience of getting angry at someone/something during the day and having it ruin the rest of the day.
The word "bed" looks like a bed.
I'm tired, sweating and very happy.
Now that I took shower and got changed, it's time to get some beer in the lovely Midnight Pub.
It's gone. The McDonalds of our childhood is gone.
I just found this capsule
Like Minceraft one
// Raises pint
// Gulps down some beer
I always did wonder how you got away from that ogre. Gave me some chills on a warm evening.
I say this as a huge FOSShead: pretty cringe, ngl
Sudden moodswings can be handled with a simple click on it
I couldn't browse the bloatweb, even if I wanted to;)
Yeah, it really is like that infinite hallway fungmungus discovered behind the restroom:
I am afraid to have no purpose on Earth.
A session beer,
I take my glass whisky and with a smile I lift it and say, "Welcome to the pub, I hope to see you often."
individuals anesthetizing demons with alcohol, and a few others like me content to be by ourselves at the periphery of the Pub
Software Failure. Press left mouse button to continue. Guru Meditation
Yes, it requires javascript, but check it out yourself
Cosmic message received, I dig my pocket calculator out of my pocket and turn on the flashlight mode.
we all have "productivity" brainworms
write a library.
I can have a zero coke.
You might think I'm shy. That's okay.
watching over the rim of my pint.
Someone smarter than me wrote a book
lots of psilocybes and panaeolus growing on the path up "Internet hill"
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a used jukebox will run you 1-2k USD.
If you hit the jukebox all night, It'll play Queen all day and all night
Sometimes I just want to sit and spend an entire day doing nothing. Today was such a day.
Laying down is justice.
I'll disturb the mystic instead.
With any luck, tonight's dream will have a "load from last save" button.
I buy a little MP3 player
I use analyse functions after parties as puzzles too.
It became a badge of honor
The walls have a painted savanna to masquerade the unbearable concrete truth.
error on the side of life
Somewhere they don't know my story and I can pretend to be somebody else.
so I guess that's progress
I've been pretty happy lately, so why not take a drink here
those words of smolnet linger on
I've left behind a trail of abandoned blogs
Dell Midnight Pub
to create videos using ffmpeg
a stroke of genius while skating home from the cafe
Pushing sidewalk
a cup 'o self-referentiality if you will
a special on a drink called the nopalm bomb
waiting for my Spawn to finish an activity
3 parts somethign strong and dark
Bloatweb is an echo
the desert fathers that followed turned it up another several notches
(Bouncer intervened)
I'm sitting at my desk with a cup of tea, a cup of sake, and a bottle of beer
sixty souls were taken in the Tumbler Mountain blast
Any idea who sent you all those pizzas?
bizarre contraption of a web alternative
it may not spark joy
Bags of my papers
These lessons stay in the back of my head, ecking out little nuggets
i am a byteslinger unmatched
cardamom would be fine
Four sources of thermal energy; hot chocolate, chili, single malt, and the fire in the fire place ...
as it suddenly occurs to me, a peace of paper
just an empty mailbox that demands nothing of me so I can just enjoy my evening
Slow greetings from somewhere near the fireplace ...
All you need is Zombo Com
The barkeep makes a good White Lady
One of my favourite places in Lisbon is gone.
Corporate PTSD takes years to wean off
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