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I forgot my phone today. Oh well. I've decided I'm done smoking weed at work
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for the moment. Sometimes one can be too silly. Bus fares cost me an arm and a
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leg. $1.75/trip? 20mins of my labor a day goes to transportation, and it's
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often not on time. I feel neutral about self harm but I love to taste my own
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blood so I try not to cut too deep or too big so I don't leave scars for too
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long. The weather today is sunny. I'm wearing a sweater. It's been nine months
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since I arrived at the bus station here. I've changed significantly. I miss
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M-- and Moxie and blueberries off the bush and excellent weed and fistfights.
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Life was not very good but I miss the simplicity of it. I never have enough
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money anymore. I'm always tired. I don't think I deserve happiness but even if
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I did I don't think I could ever find it. Blah blah blah. It smells like
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freshly cut grass here. I can use this computer while walking. Maid computing.
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: more shit i wrote while high at work
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are antimemes sigils?
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I
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in the tears of the crying red sun
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dying of an affliction from which its rays run
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yellow sweat dripping down from my brow
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the pink sky is so hot so devoid of gray clouds
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one is down but two to go said the witch
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dressed in black in a hood staring down at the ground
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where a corpse shivers a post mortem twitch
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a brown tendril connecting its neck to a bough
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II
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in man's final days, babe, who knew
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that hell would come to us and rob our skies of blue
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my sepia pictures of you
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burned with the rest of my house down on West Bellevue
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one is down and two are to go
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said the witch slipping the knot before hitting the switch
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as to her final remarks I don't know
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I couldn't hear past the sound of the sandbag's rope's slip
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III
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welcome to a hell with population one
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the last two strung out and up into the sun
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burnt as their lips turned to gray
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I'm the last living soul, planning to go the same way
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two are down and me to go
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I've loved and lost but the cost was just so damn great
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as I tie the last rope on the bough
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I wonder if my memories will outlive my pain
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Bonsai LSD
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C: gcc musl
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RS: rustc
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Make: bmake gmake pdpmake
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SH: dash (or BSD ash?) qi betta
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core: bonsai coreutils
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pkg: kiss &| pkgsrc
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krn: linux
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arch: i386 amd64 aarch64 riscv64
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tcp: curl git ssh
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wm: sway + xwayland
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WiFi: iwd iwctl
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DHCP: dhcpcd
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roll the
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taco
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_______ _______
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| .-. | | .-. |
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| (|||) | |->)|(<-|
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|__'-'__| |__'-'__|
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^ _______
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BK FISH TACO | |^ ____ |
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____ / -|- |
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\\ / \ -|-|-|- |
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\\/____\ ---------> | | | | |
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/-----' |
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/ (1) halve_____________(2) dice______|____
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| ***** diced tomato |
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| ( ( ) ) ) lettuce |
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| ( ( ( ) ) diced fish |
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| __---, |
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| :___--' tartar sauce |
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| ____________ |
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| ,-' '-, tortilla 6" |
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| '-.____________,-' |
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(3) |___________________________________|
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: ant wars
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When I was in like first or second grade, maybe younger, I was kept in a little
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patio setup behind a building that did after school services for children whose
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parents wanted as much time away from them as possible. We were all kept there,
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little kids sitting in the sand trying to figure out a way to get out of the
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sun but prohibited from sitting in the shade, and in the midst of our boredom
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we noticed the ants at that daycare were quite large and would eat each other.
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So what we did is we would get a couple ants together and had a points system
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in place where the less limbs your ant had the more points it could get, and
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its goal was to kill other ants that other kids had. We would grab them by
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their legs and use our fingernails to rip their other limbs off while they
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pawed at us begging to live, and then toss them in styrofoam cups that littered
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our pen and watch them fight to the death.
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antennae (also pincers are over here; not removable UNLESS
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you're only playing defense and expect the other ant
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to die)
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LU \ (__) / RU head (not removable without death)
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-/\-
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LM --| |-- RM middle (removable but inevitably terminal)
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-\/-
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LB / \ RB rear (removable; limits mobility significantly)
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Ants are nicely modular; you can also glue pieces on, which is free, but most
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ants don't really know how to use their shitty popsicle stick (also littered)
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prosthetics. Termites were around but we didn't wanna use them because they
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moved too fast and hid on you, bedbugs too.
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: emulating windows xp on a raspberry pi
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