London. Michaelmas term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln's Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth, and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill, and not knowing where its road leads. He had been expecting it. And a few minutes ago as he sat there in the dark listening to the wind howl across the fields of his own house with the moon shining and little white stars, and the sound was coming thick and shrill for a hundred yards round him. That meant that the Megalosaurus was coming! He knew! He'd seen it before! He'd run out of his way to the back door and run through the puddles of water to escape it. All day he had kept in close quarters, but not a sound of it on his end; and it was coming so swiftly now, coming so slowly, that if the Lord Chancellor had ...
My input (a song lyric):
Take me on a ride, show me how to hide the voice in my head.
The output:
I got this. (Laughs) Let me take you on a ride, give me a little hint.And the ride begins.
It's a different type of ride. It's a long ride, and it's a fun ride - but you gotta watch the road - because if you don't, then everything goes downhill on the road. So you have to watch your speed, which is the highest, and you have to watch it very carefully because you never know if they're coming at you, or you're coming at them... it could be the other way around. You never know what could happen.
But when it actually comes to real life, it's kind of like a game. You've got the choice. You have to decide which party you're gonna go to...
You've got to choose, 'cause the question is whether you gonna get shot.
You've got a little bit of freedom, if you have any?
Well, yeah, but then you don't get to sit back and watch
The third paragraph eerily resembles the speech patterns of a particular hateful person.
It sounds like a Trump voter commenting on a local news item.
It sounds very like Stephen King, actually.
One wonders what percentage of the training data is in fact Trump quotes.
I suspect that to a certain extent it's just memorized a bunch of text. I typed in the opening sentence of the Gospel of John, and it spit out the next couple of sentences, before going off on a tangent.
I typed "Time keeps on ticking into the future" and it just spit out a bunch of text of whether there's a housing bubble.
Four score and seven years ago, a student named James O'Brien was a promising quarterback for the Maryland Terrapins when a medical emergency threw his career in jeopardy. While recovering in his bedroom, just weeks after his 18th birthday, this boy was diagnosed with an incurable skin disease so severe that, at one point, the only treatment the doctors had was surgery to open his eyes, and the next he was in a medically induced coma for over a month.
This story and many others like it are happening all over the US these days, including a family of four in Texas facing the gruesome prospect of having one of eight children with the disease.
Their child born with a rare condition, called Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, will turn five this weekend.
So far, the O'Briens have only had the option of donating his organs to save more lives. However, even with their donation it could take more than two days for a donor to be found. A total transplant of the entire arm could extend their family's time to find a donor so it can save even
4:3 does sound a lot like an unfiltered president. But this Their child born with a rare condition, called Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, will turn five this weekend.
So far, the O'Briens have only had the option of donating his organs to save more lives. is really unnerving.
The Google URI in the output (a search for "textgenerator") contains a geographic location and it's here:
Oh, I see: they get turned off automatically between paragraphs.
And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats
and the trees around were beginning to topple over one by one and they were coming over the wall and out through the gap of the roof. Now we were in a real world.
Bats were all around us and the windows were shaking and then that great crashing noise of thunder. That was a good thing. All this excitement was coming through and the house shook and we were laughing and joking and we were all happy but not very wise. The first time that I thought about the future I said to myself: "We're all going to die so why keep having a laugh and not go away, do you know?" When I did that we all laughed.
Well I didn't. In fact I went and I stood on the roof. It took all my willpower not to smash the roof down and throw myself off the house. It was one of the funniest moments of my life. We were all just standing there laughing and I looked down over the roof and we were seeing this huge, enormous bat flying through.
yeah, sounds about right.
it is a truth universally acknowledged that most people do not become the masters who give the most lessons, not the one who has most experience of all, but those who have the best and biggest brains."
The lesson has been a little lost under the weight of history, I suppose. The story of the founding of the United States is, I suppose, the story of that one time that the founders were a little dumb.
It was the afternoon of my eighty-first birthday, and I was in bed with my catamite when Ali announced that the archbishop had come to see me. I went along to see the bishop. My aunt and uncle came to know about it, and the whole family took me aside and said something in my defense to my uncle.
"I had some friends who knew Ali; I told the Archbishop about you, and he went away without a word. 'It is very difficult,' the Archbishop said to me, 'to find the right moment and the right words.' When I was sixteen, I did come to that spot from the East to go to Cairo at the request of the ambassador of Turkey. I went on account of the Emperor, who, after consulting the Church of Constantinople, had appointed me first among the bishops who would be sent as missionaries into that country, and I was sent to Alexandria. There I was sent to Alexandria with a priest by the name of Dr. Pacham. We preached in the churches and in our own houses, and in other churches as well. All of us became
Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down. And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air. You see, this is a story about how I came together. When it came out in 1998, I was a little punk kid from Michigan named Nick. I'd already got out of the car, put on some jeans, and gotten out of my parents house. At the time, I was wearing a "Bel Aro" t-shirt, in tribute to the band that I loved. I also liked punk bands like the Stooges and the Breeders. I remember going to the first punk concert I ever went to, on a Friday night in Bel Air. It was this huge stadium. It was filled to the brim with thousands of white kids listening to the greats, playing the kind of music and showing out their anger for the culture. For those of you who don't know, this is a city you'd probably
I think I broke it. I input
when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.
Or is just, you know, gobbledygook?
Ah, that's more like it.
Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York; and all the clouds that lowered upon our house in the deep bosom of the ocean buried. ices are falling from the heavens, and our land is covered with frost; the snow, the ice and ice-ice, the waters-ponds, the ice-waves, of the sea-lakes and of the waters of that deep ocean, and are sinking from the skies, and are falling; the snow's fallings are frozen, and have become a glacier, and the ice melts from this ocean, and is falling, and the waters are running from the ice-lakes, and are falling, and are falling. All these are falling to the earth. The clouds have parted, the rain is falling with the clouds, and the rivers are pouring, the water is running from these valleys, and the waters are washing the land.
When the sun, the sun (the son of man), is seen, then the sun has passed through the heaven; for that which the sun hath revealed, he hath made manifest in this heaven.
If anything could break it it would be Joyce. I wonder what it would make of a bit of Finnegans Wake?
23:
In the name of Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is uneven! In love's own eyes, in love's own breath, be hers not, be not hers not, be not one who will have her. There was a murmur from somewhere in the audience. I was startled even as the chorus was singing. I wondered if he would hear it.
"So be it," I said, in my deep-bred English voice, in my own deep-bred English accents. "I hear you're not a man of words. I hear it."
I knew better than to trust my instincts, my judgment.
Now the choir had broken up. As the last notes of "I hear" were being said, I noticed the tall black-clad man with the white tie sitting in the front row behind the stage. He was looking up nervously; he looked as if he had a hunch. It was a hunch that the man before me did not share. I moved towards him, trying
alternatively:
The Gracehoper was always jigging ajog, hoppy on akkant of his joyicity. His smile was ever so good and a true charm that was well received! In fact, he will be in good company! This will surely be the first time in our history that we will not need a doctor! It certainly is a blessing!
As I got the honor of being given the duty to write this post, I was also asked if I was still at school! I still love school, but I have now been off of school for almost five weeks now! Well, what did you do when school started? I will try to put some pictures out for you, hopefully a new version for you as well! I also have been going to the hospital a bit for physical examinations. I'm sure you know what a physical examination looks like! Also, while at the hospital, I got a little bit of a medical tour around, and just a chance to get down and dirty once again.
But enough about me! This is my favorite photo as well! The Gracehoper is a unique beast. He is a unique creature. He is really cool and
It does seem to be a bit focused on hospitals and medical procedures.
Does it have any advice on lowering blood pressure without medication or too many dietary restrictions?
Probably. Apparently exercise doesn't work all that well for me.
Into the valley of death comes the six hundred.
They climb the stone steps and into the main house. There is a small room under the porch. The six hundred are waiting.
The room is dark, quiet, very quiet. The room is silent, very silent.
Six hundred steps take two hours to walk in each direction - six hundred.
And this is where they stay.
Now, as a member of the Order of the Light, one day they will see a vision. But, they will not see it.
They will leave in two hours.
The time has come for the six hundred to go to the center of the Earth to meet the one who lives in the center.
It is the most beautiful place on Earth - and you know what that means.
They have arrived at her house, which is at the corner of a hill. The house looks like it is on top of a hill and it has a slope in front of it - and here is the place where the lights come out.
The only things that can be seen
20: I did "Mistah Kurtz; he dead" and that broke it as well.
I tried lyrics from a favorite song
Bringing back sweet memories
Life, living in flatbush and going to house parties,
and all those feelings of not being anywhere but home, it came rushing back, my body telling me to get out of bed, get up and get going. It wasn't a mental process to get through, because life didn't leave you till its end. The music, the laughter, the party atmosphere, the people of the borough, the people you didn't even know, the smell of the food and the smell of the air in a very strange and different kind of place - those are just two of the reasons why I love going down to Flatbush in the evenings.
And you should know this, I never forgot that place, the memories. Not even the times I lost my memory of what happened to me there; the times when I couldn't move a muscle, didn't feel any pain, didn't cry, didn't know why. And if you think of it, a lot of the things that happened were quite traumatic, and I was at times a very small person, and I wouldn't ever think of myself as small by any other name.
Okay, let's try a different section.
All them teenage dreams of rapping
Writing rhymes on napkins
Was really visualization
Making this shit actually happen
What do you wanna know?
Shouty. I'm the man, I have what I wanna say
What I'm saying is something I have to say
And this is a song
In which a man and his best friend attempt suicide
And it's a rapping attempt, I got it on tape
What you wanna know?
Shouty. I'm the man, I have what I wanna say
What I'm saying is something I have to say
What I'm saying is something I have to say
What you wanna know?
Shouty. I'm the man, I have what I wanna say
What I'm saying is something I have to say
Shouty. I'm the man, I have what I wanna say
What I'm sayingis something I have to say
What I'm saying is something I have to say
Shouty. I'm the man, I have what I wanna say
What I'm saying is something I have to say
What I'm saying is something I have to
That got weirdly aggressive.
I caught this morning morning's minion, king-a-totie, a young ruffianly lass, and my Lord and Lady had the misfortune to have her and her pet cormorant-a-tongued, an old cormorant-eater, killed by a cormorant, as it happens; and this poor fellow's very old, and the c
(I tried the full first three lines of the same point (or is it intended as one too-long-for-margins line?) and that yielded less interesting, less birdy results.)
Background checks are only one part of a program to prevent abuse - it's also key to have leadership who genuinely cares about and prioritizes preventing abuse and to have staffing policies that minimize opportunities for abuse to occur. If both of those are in place, they will provide a degree of protection to the kids even while the background checks are being completed. For parents, knowing that the program is being run by a dedicated team with a solid reputation will be even more valuable than the opportunity to provide a parent with a report when they see one. And in a system which relies on the cooperation of parents, who know their children best, those reports will be more effective, which will be even more important for protecting those children's future. The program needs to be run with the same level of diligence and professionalism as any other government agency. The fact that the administration didn't have any experience running a background check on kids with that kind of background information in their background checks should raise serious questions about their ability to provide the program with a decent level of protection. And we should ask ourselves whether the administration even has the authority to run the checks at all.That completion strikes me as almost making sense, in a superficial way - the kind of BS a high-school student who was trying to pad a word count might write to pad out an essay.
I put in a dril tweet and got an unsettling vignette.
go ahead. keep screaming "Shut The Fuck Up " at me. it only makes my opinions Worse. keep shouting "Shut The Fuck Up! " At This point, I don't even know what to have on in this situation. A random conversation I've had with my girlfriend has me in my room for an hour.But then, I open the door and look out my window to find my beautiful girlfriend on the floor beside the stairs. After she gets out of the bed, she tries to take my hand. I try to pull her close and say "Don't touch me" but she just grabs my shirt and starts to struggle at her knees. I keep asking her what she did wrong "But this isn't working" She starts to say as much as she can, trying to grab my shirt even harder. She's really struggling and I can see the tears running down her cheeks. After another minute, I get up and walk over to her, I open her purse and pull out an urn full of ashes. I feel my heart start to pound at this point. I hold her hand while she starts crying and then go and turn on the TV in my
"This Whole Thing Smacks Of Gender," i holler as i run past the counter. It's not about to work. In the face of the "girly" men and the "feminine" women, this place stands out like a sore thumb.I try to shake the feelings, but they linger deep in the memory. The two women behind the counter look up to see my face and give me their best smirk. They know I've gotten this all over myself.
I pass by my friend from last night (she has gone back to school), and she looks up as well. She shrugs and goes on. I guess she's just tired of getting all the hate mail and abuse she just got today. I realize this is my last stop before heading back to L.A., to the train station.
The train is waiting at a station exit, so I pull away again. I'm tired, I'm anxious. It looks like this is going to be a long ride home. The train comes on. It's time to get my life back on track. I step on the platform
It looks like asterisks break it, sending it to what looks like chatlog source material.
YO *points to spinal cord on brain diagram* THATS THE BRAIN;S DICK FUCK THATS THE CORTEX. *points to right hand, left hand, head, and other body parts* YO, THATS THE KISS.[1316:23]EMOTE: *no key*/(monkey (812)) : The monkey (812) scratches.
[1316:24]EMOTE: *no key*/(monkey (427)) : The monkey (427) rolls.
[1316:24]EMOTE: *no key*/(monkey (427)) : The monkey (427) kicks.
[1316:24]SAY: Autism Enforcer/Zeltia : I have something to talk to him about
[1316:24]EMOTE: *no key*/(monkey (428)) : The monkey (428) scratches.
[1316:25]SAY: JarekTheRaptor/(L.I.Z.A.R.D Lite) :
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It is possible I already had some presentiment of my future. The locked and rusted gate that stood before us, with wisps of river fog threading its spikes like the mountain paths, remains in my mind now as the symbol of my exile.
My father never told me, but I did ask what my life would have been like once I was an adult. At first he replied:
An adventurer who is always on the move, able to solve whatever problems come up, in every case with his bare hands.
I was never a scholar. I was never the best cook. I never studied history. I always had a great fear of fire, and a great fear of the dark.
I think I would have excelled at everything, had I had the time.
I have spent most of my adult life in exile, living in places like the Forest of Tawara, the Undercity, and the City of Brass, living without having a home. Living without a purpose, without a purpose for myself. It felt like a cruel punishment.
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table
T' was the first time that he had seen me,
And I was the second, and the third.
And the fourth and all the fifth!
And there were the six, and there were thirteen.
And then there was the seventh.
And then there was the eighth.
And then there was the ninth.
And then there was the tenth. [7]
But what was once my name was not long,
Or was not long in history.
When the four-thousand and seventh were gone;
There in the dark of night there came the sun;
And there was the king and his royal line.
The six-thousand and ninth remained,
And the seventh died of plague;
And the thousand two hundred and twenty-four died.
And the two hundred and seventy-six were lost;
Kind of got a bit obsessed with numerology there.
The footnote was spot on though.
Okay, seed text is redacted, sorry about that, but:
The group also contributed $2,500 to a "Killer Clown" Halloween costume contest, featuring some of the most disturbing clowns on the internet.
"After seeing the horrifying photos of clowns around a country and the world, we felt we needed to do something to prevent similar clown incidents in our home state," said the group's Facebook post. "The contest, featuring some of the most violent, maniacal clowns we've ever seen, raised more than $5,000 for our nonprofit, and $2,500 was donated to a charity benefiting children who've been affected by the recent rash of clown incidents everywhere."
According to the group, the contest was sponsored by an online charity that sends food to people affected by a rash of clowns sightings across the country, and an artist created a $10,000 costume for the contest participants.
"We are proud to celebrate America's heritage as the land of freedom."
People think GRRM over-egged the brutality, but here is a random bit from Hume's History of England:
A conspiracy of his own barons which was detected at this time, appeared a more serious concern, and engrossed all his [William the Conqueror's] attention. 1095.Hume then goes into a riff about the Crusades, which is also rather fun. This is none of it the history we were taught in school.Robert Moubray, earl of Northumberland, was at the head of this combination; and he engaged in it the count d'Eu, Richard de Tunbridge, Roger de Lacy, and many others. The purpose of the conspirators was to dethrone the king, and to advance in his stead Stephen, count of Aumale, nephew to the Conqueror. William's despatch prevented the design from taking effect, and disconcerted the conspirators. Moubray made some resistance; but being taken prisoner, was attainted and thrown into confinement, where he died about thirty years after.
1096.The count d'Eu denied his concurrence in the plot, and to justify himself, fought, in the presence of the court at Windsor, a duel with Geoffrey Bainard, who accused him. But being worsted in the combat, he was condemned to be castrated, and to have his eyes put out. William de Alderi, another conspirator, was supposed to be treated with more rigour when he was sentenced to be hanged.
The first sentence is the lead of an article at cnn.com.
Family members had hoped to build a contraption for a fun gender reveal party in Iowa, but they instead built an explosive device that killed a grandmother, police said Monday. The two-story home had been evacuated and was evacuated shortly after the explosive device was detonated. Officials say it didn't blow anything up, but it did cause significant damage. The house that was evacuated was a rural compound on a farm with cows and chickens. The family that lived there says the incident took place around 3 a.m. Monday in the small community of Cushing, Iowa, near the Missouri border. The first person to speak with Eyewitness News was her son, Joshua, 11. He described what happened inside the house as "a very scary time." "I woke up and I was on the ground and I said I heard this pop pop pop, and that's the last I remember," Joshua told us. "My brother then came to my room I think and said, 'Mom I think something exploded at my house'. That's my Mom when I came into the room
The blogosphere is full of faulty logic, dubious facts, poor argumentation, strident ideology, rampant falsehoods, characters of ill repute and many other things harmful to one's mental well being. Unfogged.com aims to cut through that fog and provide clarity and sweet reason to all who read it.
A blog, a resource and a resource for all those that have chosen a different path from the rest of us.
I am sure you'll enjoy reading my articles. So let's get moving on with my life, because we must do something about this disease.
Let's talk about life, what is worth living, how do we do it and how do that matter?
Life is not about making your family happy or having a nice house. Life is about living as long as possible.
That's why I encourage everyone to have fun and enjoy themselves every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday from 6-9pm on a Sunday as a part of free blogging. I call it My Monday, My Sunday, or Your Sunday (depending on how you read it) because it is a Monday,
I decided to try something, maybe "recursive" isn't the word, but self-referential:
It looks like asterisks break it, sending it to what looks like chatlog source material.
Edit: Also, the "gives" button is being shown, while the "remove" button is not. This may be an issue in the script.
This is not a bug. I never gave the item. I gave the item to a user and gave the user a refund for it. This does not violate anything I'm posting about here; I just find it strange.
This is not what you want, not what you expect, and not what you're supposed to get.
What?
I cut out the last half, because I figured it was long enough. If anything I'm disappointed. You can hit "Generate another" and the next output will be very different from the last one. It's word salad that happens to emulate the style of the given passage. It's about as useful as those writing prompt generators.
Once upon a time you dressed so fine threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? If you do, you're wrong. The bums will always get what's coming to them no matter what you do, because it's a cycle of things that only make sense in order to perpetuate the behavior. You have no control. It happens. I've seen it. It's very painful to watch unfold. Most of the money I make goes to be fucked up people from another dimension or another, in other words, fucked with and fucked over time and time again. I don't want to be that person. The truth is, it's just not worth it to me. The money that I made is never enough, and the more I make, the more I see people screwing it up for themselves. It's a cycle that I refuse to continue. I have made millions for many of you that are either stupid to think that they can still make "money" or you that need to see what's possible if you put your mind to it. It's not enough
This took a strange turn...
To live outside the law you must be honest! I will live up to your expectations; I will never let you down!"
"I will!" Lin Feng was still shaking from excitement! A black shadow flew into the air, his speed was fast, the light was not there, it was just a blurry light. It looked like a ball of light!
Lin Feng's eyes were wide opened, he could not help but to be astonished at the sight of such a thing, Lin Feng could not even see the head but could see the right side and left side of the shadow under his feet.
A black shadow!
A shadow was that fast?
That was an extremely fast shadow that was almost six times faster than a normal person would be.
That was an extraordinary shadow.
And that shadow was extremely cold, it seemed like it could chill even ice which is the strongest magic. It looked like the shadow would kill any person in a single strike.
Lin Feng's body was shivering, there were no doubt that this was the fastest shadow he had ever
re 37: i tried "*foo*", and I think it's been reading sourcecode
Returns a function pointer to the value stored inthe memory pointed to by the parameter.
... Returns a reference to the value, which will be stored in
the argument space of the parameter. If no value is stored
in argument space, this function is an error.
The returned function pointer can be passed to functions (or used
by a closure) as the first argument.
... ...
In an implementation where multiple variables store different
values, it is not necessary to use the function pointer to
convert from the value stored here to the one stored in
argument space.
The parameter is always marked with
NEXT .
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This worked pretty well:
Here come D.J. Disco Tex
Truckin' with his Sex-O-Lettes
Get dancing (dancing, dancing) D.J. Disco Tex
Oh boy! (Dancing, dancing) D.J. Disco Tex
Oh, yes D.J. Disco Tex
Hey, I got your number!
Dancing, dancing D.J. Disco Tex
Gotcha! D.J. Disco Tex
Let's do it again!
Woo woo woo! D.J. Disco Tex
Oh! Oh! D.J.'s (Disco's!) Dance
We were ready for this
Dance off, Dance off
Dance off, Dance off
Dance off, Dance off
Dance off, Dance Off
Dance off, Dance off
Dance off, Dance off
Twas bryllyg, and ye slythy toves
Did gyre and gymble in ye wabe:
All mimsy were ye borogoves;
And ye mome raths outgrabe.
"What," said he, "the dew, ye mickle yew?
That's all well and sweet-tasting;
But that's the best ye may do,
With muckle lint and fyre and all the greef.
It was nyne of me goody-nice,
Yet the dew it made ye frowel all up. "Then go home, I will not stay,
You needes to be home in me good night,
The dew it makes me greef up I know
Will make ye greef up, you needes to get home;
If it made you greef up in the morn,
You need's to get home in the morn;
Unless you want an ewe-deer or a muckle wether,
You need's to get home in the morn," quoth he. "But there
The square of the hypotenuse is equal to the square of the hypotenuse plus eight.
Therefore, the square of the hypotenuse plus eight is 4.
The party was jumping
When Bertha got off of her stump.
The whistles were blowing
And everybody did the bump.
But all the time Bertha
Had been working on a goodie.
Now folks call it the
Bertha Butt Boogie.
When the kids come home
Bertha will be dancing all night.
I love my little man
He's the boy that I always wanted.
It took me about two hours to make this.
What I got from this:
Here's a little picture of Bertha.
Bertha's going to be in Washington
Here come the kids from school
Who'll be the first to hit Bertha
'Cause I can't do Bertha.
Went the see the captain, strangest I could find, I laid my proposition down, I laid in on the line. I made it my life to keep him amused. There was nothing for it but that he must go to supper: but he spoke to him of his mind as he sat and looked at him. I went up and sat down with Captain Jervis; he said nothing but laughed at the first word I said. He saw he had got the better of me for all I had said, but I could see he could not deny the truth of his own mind, and this time he was not to be fooled; he said I had shown it with a face of mockery and scorn, and that I had come in like one who was a fool.
"I answered him without hesitation, and gave him some reasons, and all of which he had, with only one or two little things, a little of which I must leave him. I must be a great deal of a fool if I believed he could find fault, for he had done me the honour of inviting me on board when I got ashore last to-day: but I knew how it was with all good
We can share the women we can share the wine of a great night's drinking as we are at our best.
We are the girls of our dreams: our bodies, our faces, our bodies: we are one. You are the women, our girls.
There is no gender. There are only our bodies.
"Girls" means we are all female, and we are all beautiful.
Our bodies:
Our bodies may be small, our faces, small, but they are beautiful."
"There is no gender, there are only our bodies."
"There is no gender, there are only our bodies."
"We are the girls of our dreams: our bodies, our faces, our bodies: we are one.
There is no gender, there are only our bodies"
"There is no gender, there are only our bodies."
"There is no gender, there are only our bodies"
"There is no gender, there are only our bodies"
"There is no gender, there are only our bodies
Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed
Jed, my story: Jed, the 'poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed', is an excellent place to start your adventure. This little game allows you to meet dozens of small character models and have them narrate your own back story. They're like mini-adventures that are only about a quarter to two thirds of the size of a normal game, and offer an amazing opportunity to play out the story of the individual character in your group. (Or rather, to play out the story of the character of the story: Jed, my story is in my storybook.)
These characters are also given unique backstories, which, it should now be mentioned, make the game a little more interesting without requiring too much of the storybook.
What's great about this is that you can start building relationships with the small cast of characters even before you take on the main challenge--you can even create a character and go right into the game; the characters will be a part of your own private world.
I'd recommend Jed to anyone
Disappointing, although maybe it's my fault for not bothering to look up the precise line
It was just past Barstow that the acid took hold. One hour and five minutes into the two-hour ride, the man came out on his way to the next station and said something about his wife that the driver was sure had nothing to do with him. He had a bottle of aspirin in his hand that he said he hadn't taken before and it had been working for him. "Then the acid took hold again," he continued: "And at about 10 minutes after that, I became very confused and had a seizure in the car." He said he was at a crossroads. "I was scared to walk back."
The driver asked for his license, identification and information, and then, when the rider said he was a bus operator and couldn't get on his truck through the gates into town, he asked him to take the bus home as far as Route 120.
You are standing in a mountain forest.
> I
You have a loaded rifle
> Shoot
Shoot what
> Shoot rifle
Shoot rifle at what
> Shoot rifle at food
Despite the fact that several episodes are premised on the fact that you are a crack shot and that if oil were that close to the ground you'd have noticed it before by stepping on it, you have discovered crude.
Form is emptiness emptiness is form
You can say we're different
But we're always the same
And when we're at one of these things, that's a special night
And every time we stop here, our hands are free
That's why I keep bringing you here
I tell you, the nights we stay, it's a great memory
'Cause it doesn't stop on this road anymore, tonight
So I keep bringing you here
'Cause one day, in this life, I can't wait
'Cause I'll never be the same
And so you never know
We'll go, and we'll find what we want to find
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
But the Phoenician who knew the law of Nature
Did not say no; but said, "I am thy son;"
"Thou wilt never know who was thy son who was born
And I, son of the world, will know it."
But the daughter of Phlebas was wroth, and a child
Of Phlebas and a harlot was she;
And the Phoenician, as an offering to his God,
Made his sacrifice on her lips.
When his name was said in praise, the young man called her
"Daughter of Phlebas, daughter of Phlebas,"
And they both, with her mother's tongue, had their name
A-lauded.
Sitting down to breakfast at their table, and she
Went up and made the Phoenician drink.
He said to the Phoenician, to him who knows the Law
58: I tried the original "We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold" but the results were disappointing. The HST quote:
"Lizards?" he said. "If you think we're in trouble now, wait till you see what's happening in the elevators." He took off his Brazilian sunglasses and I could see he'd been crying."
returns nothing at all.
Don't think Althea & Donna will be too worried about the competition:
Shoulda see me and the ranking dread
Check how we jamming and ting
Love is all I bring inna me khaki suit and ting
I'd just like to know how you feel
You don't give a shit for me at all
You're a good dude
And I'm still a good man I'm still a good man
There's a good man and I hope I just stay on top
Yeah, there's a good man and there's a good man
Oh hey, there's a good man and I'm still a good man
There's a good man and I'm still a good man
There's a good man and I'll just stay on top
I don't give a shit for you at all
Do you really know what you're doing ? Oh yeah, you don't know, you don't know
I'm still a good man
You know you're the king, you don't even know it
I feel like you don't even give a damn
Just wanna stay on top 'til I'm gone
I think it's dead or dying. I've given a range of stuff this morning and it doesn't do anything with any of them.
I think I got it working again.
I know words, I have the best words. I have the best, but there is no better word than stupid.
I used to think there was a kind of nobility in dumb and stupid. I was in college. Stupid meant I was stupid, stupid was a kind of wisdom. So I read the dictionary. I didn't need a dictionary. I could just call up the book and start reading it. Then I discovered the difference between the dictionary and the dictionary. There is a difference between being dumb and stupid. Not being stupid is not a crime. I think I understand why we have to have a big vocabulary, a lot of words with meaning. Because when we're in this big hurry, we forget that it is just a bunch of words. You've forgotten the difference between stupidity and stupidity and being stupid. You've forgotten the difference between the human animal and being human. Then of course this sort of human animal doesn't realize he's stupid, because he's so accustomed to thinking that he has already made up his mind. But he's wrong. I'm a good person. All the people I hate are bad people. All the people I admire are admirable people.