March 2012
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February 2012
71 posts
And there you go.
Take some responsibility for your own life and stop making super villains out of everyone you meet.
Yes, yes, yes.
No, no, no. I get to be sad at your misfortune. I get to lament these things. I get to be sad for all the right reasons and lets not pretend this is how I wanted it. It isn’t. And I come, and I rescue, and I put myself in the same questionable situations. For what? For you. For a moment shared with an honest past. Everything I say I mean even when you think I am sarcastic. Unless you...
anemone →
groundeatsyou:
this is something i’ve been working on over the past couple of days. this song just sums everything up for me.
i’d love any feedback or criticism.
With the bass lower this thing really feels complete.
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More Flash Fiction!!!
The house on Velvet St. was a ruddy red color. The kind of color that baseball field clay is. The address of the house on Velvet St. is 1798 Velvet street even though it is the only house on Velvet St. It could be numbered One Velvet Street and it would make no difference to anyone with the exception of the mail man who delivered the mail to 1798 Velvet St. The man who delivered the mail to...
Policy
It would be nice to get a phone call. It would be nice to get a phone call from you. It would be nice to get a phone call from you and not have it be about you needing me for something. It would be nice to get a phone call from you and not have to get directions from a police officer. It would be nice to get a phone call from you and not have to loose any more sleep than I would normally have...
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Psychonauts 2 →
PLEASE! PLEASE!
Applications
Sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. The trick then really is to be a scientist or an engineer rather than a serf. Any insider will tell you. That thing that you experience as a single moment is the end product of years of study, practice, and repetition. It important to them that it seem like magic rather than illusion. That their charm isn’t the product of years...