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2023-02-11
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Alliteration in news headlines is so corny. "Panic at the pump" is a
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dad joke, not a headline. I'm tired of all these meme phrases, I want meat and
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potatoes words. Tell me about the FNAF lore, shut the fuck up about some fake
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news epidemic. If everyone else is already talking about it I don't care
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because surely somebody else is already taking care of it. Tell me about a bug
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in some shell script you want help with or something (no seriously, e-mail me).
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Alright I'm tired I go sleep now.
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2023-02-10
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Every other line is censored
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When I was a very wee lass I was a very angry wee lass and spent my
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an honourable pastime nor did it result in any fruits. Facebook wasn't it,
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because I had 4chan.org/b tattooed on the back of my skull from creation, then
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4chan.
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president was a petri dish in the eyes of some and a powder keg to others.
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productive programming discussions and stuff, I didn't care about productivity,
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nobody ever browsed mine and I never cared about anyone else's. So at cutie pie
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and troll I made some funny jokes that got a lot of replies, and kept riffing,
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Anonym had a rainbow so by the time I got back to checking that out again it
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massive pizzagate-adjacent conspiracy theory. And when they took it to hachi I
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firing squad. I made the first couple posts, no more.
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referenced the joke I had made at that point a couple years prior. I realized
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myself on the news every once in a while didn't cement it, didn't feel real.
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Cardiotomy.
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Take my glasses off.
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Take the scrunchie out of my hair.
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Take my hat off and
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unzip my jacket.
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Tell me you don't care.
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Now kiss my bruised knuckle
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and brush my fingers with your lips
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and now extend my fingers
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and take the pliers from your hip
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and slide my fingernail out
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from its flesh holding cell. Gently
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make an incision
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and rip my bones out of their shell.
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Peel the seam up my wrist
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and watch my life flow out of me.
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Drill a hole into my heart.
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Dear [...]:
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The tomatoes are shit. I really tried my hardest to slice them and make
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them nice, but I'm not good at this and I don't know what I'm doing, so they
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came out like shit. I'm sorry.
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The pickles kick ass. I'm happy with them. But they took too long.
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The lettuce is fine.
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From Trinity
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I just need to get through this week. I just need to get through this week. I
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just need to get through this week. I just need to get through this week. I
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just need to get through this week. I just need to get through this week. I
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just need to get through this week. Dear automobile:
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Why dost thou haunt my weary soul?
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Roaring in your monoxide noise
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letting our your groans.
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Dear autombile:
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I'm left walking in your wake.
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Why don't you run me over
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so I don't have to come to work today?
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Dear automobile:
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Hit the gas. Hit the gas. Hit the gas.
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Hit the gas. Hit the gas. Hit the gas.
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Hit the gas. Hit the gas. Hit the gas.
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Dear automobile:
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RUN ME THE FUCK OVER P
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LEASE FOR THE LOVE OF
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GOD JUST DO IT!!!!!!!
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It's a torture party and everyone's participating!
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2023-02-09
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Streambreak
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Prelude
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- Amber
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The discovery of the Ideal Human; Amber is the ubermensch of
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the 20XXs. Conspiracy theories immediately start to swirl regarding a drift
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from the ideal ("the fall of the West"-ish) with the legitimacy of early Q
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posts (i.e. no legitimacy whatsoever). Mix 2019-12 COVID knowledge with 2016 Q
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knowledge basically and you get the Amber phenomenon. Explores the actual (made
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up) science behind Amber, the realization that this discovery is sort of
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worthless, and the pickup of Amber by the right wing mobs and accusations of
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suppression etc.
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- Slipstream
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The thesis of the story; already drafted.
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Day 1
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- Placeholder title
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Ambulance driver gets ready for work.
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- Ted's Last Day
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Ted's first building burned down, his work. An accounting firm
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working with JCN. Mention soup, barely mention JCN (just once), mention wife,
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go from his lunch break to ignition.
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- Placeholder title
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Reveal that Slipstream was just a narration of Ada's last [X]
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years to the coffee shop owner. Conversation about loss. Conversation about
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domestication - Ada's been basically working the same job for like a hundred
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years, how has she kept in touch with reality?
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Follow Ted's wife out of the building into some stupid ass
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meeting or whatever. Why did she go with Ted's boss? etc
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Meanwhile Ted is fighting the first responders to the office
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fire. Why are there so few responders? Steals a fire truck and fucks shit up,
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also brutally kills an ambulance driver, the one from the first chapter of this
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section.
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Police get involved. The news hears over the radio and
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considers getting involved. Ted crushes the police and walks off. In-police
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bickering over how this could have happened.
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News find Ted burning down misc. shit and interview him. Ted
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starts to amass a following. Ada finds this happening and doesn't consider it's
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important. Meanwhile Ted's wife (Minerva) and Ted's boss are doing things.
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Out of steam. And midnight's passed.
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2023-02-08
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If you had ghosts in your blood cocaine would totally work on getting
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If you had ghosts in your blood cocaine would totally work on getting
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