While getting out of shower/dressing: *One shoulder towel* I'M GREEK, MOTHERF*CKER! Oookay, and that's how you know I've had too much internet, *nervous laugh* With stories from the four corners of the world. The world is round, you stupid beisch, it doesn't have corners. Yes it does! IT'S ROUND. NO CORNERS. *Self STFU stare* THE ROUND PART IS THE CORNERS, YOU PRAT.
YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH! I am the truth... You're dead to me.
What is it about fecundity that so appalls? Is it that with nature's bounty goes a crushing waste that threatens our own cheap lives?
by Annie Dillard
wakened myself last night with my own shouting. It must have been that terrible yellow plant I saw pushing through the flood-damp soil near the log by Tinker Creek, the plant as fleshy and featureless as a slug, that erupted through the floor of my brain as I slept, and burgeoned into the dream of fecundity that woke me up.
No, we won't give up, we won't go away
'Cause we're not about to live in this mass delusion
No, we don't wanna hear another word you say
'Cause we know they're all depending on mass confusion
No, we can't turn back, we can't turn away
'Cause it's time we all relied on the last solution
No, we won't lay down and accept this fate
'Cause we're standing on the edge of a revolution
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