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: the resignation letter i wrote
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2024-07-24
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To [...] and all others concerned -
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this is my two week notice of resignation from my position of [...]
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at [...]. My last day will be August 7, 2024.
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I appreciate the opportunities given to me as part of my work here;
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particularly training in duties not previously known to me such as [...]. I am
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taking a position at [...] as they are offering a set schedule with two
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consecutive days off, higher pay, air conditioning, and are closer to my place
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of residence. If I leave [...] I'll consider working at [...] again.
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Thank you for your time and employment.
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Deven Trinity Blake
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: the text message i sent
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2024-07-24
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[23:26] hey [...], this is my two week notice. nothin terribly wrong, just
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found higher pay
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: pre acid poetry
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2024-??-??
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I wasn't speaking French
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I was speaking sailor
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when I said "pardon my French"
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I meant the Whaler
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of a cuss I uttered
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"microwave the bacon
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drop a nuke on the station"
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I also said "fuck"
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get the situation?
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I
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the birds sing in the air
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a fair harmony in treble clef
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there are people milling around me
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I'm beginning to think there's nothing left
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every conversation is the same
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man, isn't it good to be alive
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I used to feel that way, but it's plain
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to me they've been replaced by their eyes
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pupils split by a collapsed iris
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the back of their eyes gray clouds
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iris collapsed by a yet unknown virus
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I wear my Ray Bans year round
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II
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I've never seen someone who saw the same
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upon grass so green, under a sky so blue
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you'd think I wouldn't be the last to remain
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I've shut myself in so my pupil's not two
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inside my gray house so alone
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an atonement for the sin of still living
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I fear my sunglasses have cracked, the only ones I own
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because I've been seeing double even in my prison
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I
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there's an island, far away
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people visit on holiday
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cats litter the streets and the shopkeeps smile
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knowingly, refilling the feed every once in a while
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ting-ting bells chime when a favorite appears
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collared neck, very well-fed, and often of more years
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the other cats shake in the wake of those peers
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to whose opinion others listen and act upon what they hear
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II
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when long ago people called this island home
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there was a man with a degree who could not leave life alone
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I
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recreational tracheotomy
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how much will you lose. how fast will you bleed
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you stole my hubcaps and my keys
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let's see how quick I can amputate your knees
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(mods, kill this man) in the forest at night
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(is that an AK?) I hope the hunting's alright
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(do you have a bandaid?) shoot to kill and kill to eat
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(hey, did you hear that?) take the chaf from the wheat
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II
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faux professional animosity
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is it worth the pay? steel and golden teeth?
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you stole away my deepest fears
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now I don't quite know if anything scares me
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(call my lawyer) human complexes
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(he might have a gun) simple solutions
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(call the police) shoot to kill and kill to eat
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(it can't happen to me) eliminate our honesty
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you have problems with your self worth
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you make five dollars in a dress and fifty in a skirt
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but the money's not the issue
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it's all those prying eyes cutting into you
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cuz when the disco ball sends a beam of light through your skin
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and the whole crowd gasps when they see your skeleton
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and you look through the ceiling and know you've lost all hope
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it's all for capital
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television static's been in front of my eyes
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every single second of my secondary life
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I've been living so nonlinear babe I'm out my fucking mind
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when you killed me for a dollar
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did you haggle at the offer
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or just couldn't then be bothered
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to hold onto me any tighter
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when you were strangling me tighter
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did you want it to be over
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or did you relish and feel sober
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at the thought of causing torture
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fac(n){//low up
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i = 1;
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while(++i < n)
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if(n/i == (int)(n/i))
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return [n] + fac(n/i);
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return [];//prime
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}
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fac(n){//high down
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i = n;
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while (--i > 1)
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if (n/i == (int)(n/i))
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return [n] + fac(n);
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return [];//prime
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}
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kill like you've never killed before this time
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penta plus penta die like it's no crime
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die like you've never died before this time
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yet another sacrifice
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have you ever given so much for so
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little a result so subtle, why you don't know
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have you ever seen so much hate in the
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arms of those you idolize
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I spent a year on an alien world
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so similar to my own
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I met fellow humans
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and leaened to call this place home
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it too had seasons
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red, green, orange leaves
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summer and winter
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as the weather changed, it changed me
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by the time I to go back left
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all the friends I'd left were dead
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and I keep running down dead ends
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you know, you can't go home again
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I
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CHORUS
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I said yes to a taste of Heaven
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and was fed from a tube of love
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I sank so far down into my skin
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oh, what a wonderful drug
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V1
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"do you have a death wish"
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I just came here for the scene
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posers digging into me
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like I don't get it
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programmer by the day
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push to mainline in the night
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milliliters marked in gray
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but we measure by the vibe
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II
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C
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I said yes to a taste of Heaven
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my "friends" say I've had enough
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I can't party 'til it gets under my skin
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God, what a powerful drug
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V2
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sometimes I feel
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like a grenade without my pin
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after the rave it's poisoning
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my blood and I kneel
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bowing down to the pain
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in my bed spending the day
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my toxic tongue and angered brain
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I think next time I'll refrain
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III
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BRIDGE
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oh, but I can't stop
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feel it eating me alive
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I wake and can't open my eyes
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because it burns so much, the light
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oh, but I won't stop
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veins have swelled out of my arms
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face's been shaped by all the harm
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I've slept through all my alarms
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CHORUS
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I said yes to a taste of Heaven
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and filled my cup with this horrible draught
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I can't stop thinking about getting my next fix
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then I'll party 'til I drop
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I
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when Louie died, he was 29
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cried as he put the barrel to his head
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for me to arrive and take down the two guys
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surrounding him in a farm shed
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when Paulie kicked the bucket
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and hung from his girl's locket
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I was at the market
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oblivious to his end
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II
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me and my skeleton crew
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the graves who I visit on holiday
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I miss my youthful skeleton crew
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and the lads I used to call
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my friends
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I
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taxi driver driving
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in a world driven mad
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by compulsive consumption
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A/B tested in a lab
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all these kids on their phones
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in the backseat of her cab
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they say you ain't done nothing
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if you ain't been called a red
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Susan's comrades did something
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they still worked to death
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Susan met a man
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in automotive automation
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II
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- self driving cards
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trying to replace public transit
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she hated his job
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and when she drove he couldn't stand it
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now, you might think such a relationship wouldn't last
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but why book a cab when you have the Uber app?
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: post acid poetry
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ma ni li lukin pona
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sina lukin pona
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ma ni li ike tawa sijelo mi
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sina li pona tawa lawa mi
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tenpo ali la mi pilin lape
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pali mi li yaki
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sijelo mi li pilin yaki
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tenpo ali la sina pona tawa mi
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mi pilin pona tawa sina
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sina pilin seme?
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2024-07-25
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now, we've all heard the story
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of the dueler, toodle-oo
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he'd draw his guns 'fore you could head "one"
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and man, he'd toodle you
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now, what they might not tell you is
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'twass a lass named toodle-dee
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who whipped out her pistol
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faster'n the toot of a whistle
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that brought him misery
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now, down at There Saloon where Hugh was the bartender,
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in waked Toodle-oo and Hugh said dude don't you dare do
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but toodle-oo wanted to toodle you-know-who straight back to sender
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/blah/2024-07-24.html
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: how to make firefox notifications stop taking half the screen
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# apt install mako-notifications
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$ mako
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Didn't work. What is mako?
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<https://github.com/emersion/mako>
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Okay, I have to put `exec mako` in my sway(5). Then relogin.
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It works.
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/blah/2024-07-19.html
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: what acid taught me
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