I'm not sure I grasped every element of her nigh-on monologue, but I was/AM fascinated.
Ohhhhhh, the implications and possibilities of shape-shifting alien sex...
I am completely speechless on this one
Death is on the move, greenlighted by the government in all its infinite, unwavering wisdom and intelligence. Remember: you can run, but you can't hide... Actually, you can just walk and you're probably elude these stormtroopers. Tip: just head for some stairs...
These images are of the leading edge of our ever-stretching universe, where dark matter rules and color is unknown. Here is the birthplace of light, of void, of hope, of despair, depending on philosophy and God view... the epitome of personal perspective as seen through the eyes of historians with magic lenses...
Or they're just photos of a parking lot, shots taken by a wandering lunatic who shivered against unseasonably cold temperatures and metaphysics...
Either way, here is the locus of debate and subjectivity...
Bon appétit!
I like to start the day with humor...
to be very clear: coronavirus is not an “enemy”. being a virus, it’s at the junction of the non-alive and alive – so to call it an enemy is akin to calling a hurricane, or maybe the waves enemies. are they? or is it a way of life that makes hurricanes, floods and, yes, pathogens stronger every year? they all just happen. there is no one to blame here but the state, the economy and their shitty representatives. keep that in mind when the last death-throes of humanism, propped up by nationalism, try to mobilize health and illness as their arguments for more surveillance, more control, and more death
Love. It.
I applaud the priest, and pray for both the homeless and that mayor.
So recently the mayor of my city placed a bunch of sharp stones under a bridge commonly used by homeless people to escape the harsh tropical storms we experience during the summer
A priest decided that was an utterly anti humanitarian course of action (rightfully so) and so his solution.. was to destroy those rocks with a hammer.
I’m not Catholic (in fact, I grew up Jewish and am now atheist) but I feel this is what religion is supposed to be about. Using the divine to help humans behave a little more… human.
This is such a thing...
But then egos take over and the stories turn to shit...
reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something
So, basically, we're setting up to sift through a drifting cosmic debris field and our best scientific minds (yeah, that part is arguable...) hope to find something useful. In essence, that makes our human race the equivalent of The Scavengers from TWD. So glad our readers go forward this type of stuff...
I believe that Sheep Singers is a better term...
Or is that unfair to Sheep? Does it detract from the creative powers that Sheep possess and these "entertainers" don't?
Luscious locks, truly.
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