“ In the stump of the old tree, where the heart has rotted out, there is a hole the length of a man’s arm, and a dank pool at the bottom of it where the rain gathers, and the old leaves turn into lacy skeletons. But do not put your hand down to see, because…”
http://margaret-cooter.blogspot.com/2015/01/poetry-thursday-stump-by-hugh-sykes.html
Bread and circuses only work when people can afford the bread and circuses. But capitalism demands growth at the cost of all else. The only way out of this mess is when it eats its own tail I imagine. Some say the inevitable collapse of society should be hastened for the greater good. Obviously that’s far too simple a statement, but I’m not well versed on it. Someone hit me with your 2 cents.
Yeah it’s the human condition. Power corrupts. It always does. It would corrupt me. It would corrupt you. What’s it like to live real life in god mode? I know what you do when the cheats get turned on, because I’ve done the same. But what happens when there is no option to restart the game? Or to play something else? You return to the game. It’s all you have. You become determined to make it progressively worse because you’re average. You have no imagination. You suck. You’re not a leader. You’re a regular dude for the most part and not cut out for this shit. You fuck it up. If we’re in a simulation, it’s the worst kind. One controlled by the simulated.
This joke is so terrible it qualifies as a salt.
Alright everyone, let's get him
“ While most gnomes die of the horrific effects of the Bleaching in a long and drawn-out process, some are able to reach a stable plateau and exist in its emotional void. ”
I feel personally attacked
In Soviet Russia means of production seize you
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Doing poems is dangerous. All it takes is one line to get you hooked.
This is border caravan 2.0 and will be the topic du jour for the election cycle.
That joke was well done
I understood it perfectly well. Did you don’t read it?