Deep In The Times Of Yore, Beyond The Scale Of Mortals There Lived THE TAPEMASTER In Their Fortress Atop
deep in the times of yore, beyond the scale of mortals there lived THE TAPEMASTER in their fortress atop MT BBULLS SHIHIT where they crafted MELODIC MESTERPIECES from their LABORATORY. Many arose to challenge THE TAPEMASTER and their many enemies drove them across THE SAHARA DESERT in pursuit of THE MACGUFFIN OF ULTIMATE DESTINY the end (or is it dun dun dun)
Behold the Memestream --- y o u t u b e
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Breed dogs for intelligence
my mom has a friend who has a failed program-service dog and he’s literally my favorite creature
He’s a really smart lab, he learned all the commands, but he just has an affinity for doing them whenever he wants
So this lady’s dog literally turns on-off lights, opens doors, opens the fridge, etc… at his own wishes.
Her house looks like its baby-proofed, with kid safe locks on everything and stuff, but really she just has a dog that’s learned all the mobility service dog commands but has a mind of his own.
Dedicated to the Sacred Cedars of the 1000 Paths Forest, the Wind, the Rain, the Seas, the Sun, the Moon, All Life, and the Stars. "To all things we give a special dedication. Fix my body, my soul, and my spirit! I give thanks for this day, this life, this world! And for all things! Don’t chop our world trees to build your church for in those trees is more of worth than all those rice paper sheets and your hollow voices in hallowed seats. I dwell neath the sky on the ground from whence I hear the sound Creation’s echo, reverberates in the swaying of the branches, the croaking of the crow the symphony of the frogs the reveling of the leaves In Spirits midst on that fine fresh wind, Whom the Insider has ceased to know. Out, Out with the secrets, let it not dwell in false rhetoric, but in the ineffable, inexpressible workings of this wide world, beyond the voices of old bones gone to rest."
rebellion is your obligation to the next 7 generations
József Borsos
Der Emir vom Libanon (Porträt von Edmund Graf Zichy) ]
1843
it doesn't have to be so lonely if were together
@glibli
hmmm
For those of you who don’t know, I work at an anarchist co-op coffee shop.
Apparently, all the Chicano/Cholo boys in my neighborhood have caught on the the fact that I sneak food and stuff to all the little punk kids and homeless kids at the coffee shop.
There are three in particular who call me Mom. Not Mami, not Ma, Mom. The rest refer to me as “Miss”.
They’ve decided to always have one of the three of them there with me on my night shifts. (Especially after they witnessed the last bad shift where I had to kick a bunch of tweakers out. Said tweakers lit my fucking bulletin board on fire.)
Tonight, one of the boys actually charged up a crackhead who wouldn’t get out when I told him to leave.
About an hour later, I was emptying bus tubs when that same lovely boy walked in and wetted a wash rag. I asked what he was doing and he told me not to worry. So, I went about my business, doing dishes, bussing the main dining tables, etc.
I’d left a broom in the smoking room and a fresh trash bag in the bathroom for once I was done with the dishes.
When I walked out, everything was spotless and the trash had been replaced. He’d wiped all my tables, swept, mopped, and emptied all the ash trays.
He’d also picked the lock on the bathroom so his friend could take out the trash for me. (Which I’m not sure whether I should scold him for. Haha)
They snuck around and did my closing shift duties to thank me for keeping them warm and fed.
I’m fucking crying.
it doesn't have to be so lonely if were together
body: you are dying of The Heat
me: [removes blanket]
body: never have you been So Frozen
