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the kids are calling them "stone fruits." they start off small—think cherries. then they're hooked and they need a quick fix, they get peaches, maybe some nectarines. it's all they can think about. before you know it, they're trying the really hard stuff—apricots, plums. once they taste a mango there's no going back.
I cant go to my local library anymore because last year when I stopped by a librarian was reading a book I wrote under a pen name years ago. This book sold under 10k copies and I've literally only heard people talk about this book online *if* I went looking for it so I went up to them and tried to start a conversation like "oh hey I've heard of that book is it good?" Like hoping for some real feedback and she goes "yeah I love reading things by queer writers" and in a moment of terror I was like "oh but- hold on, I thought the author was some old hetero white guy?!" A thing I thought because I used my own dead grandpa's picture for the author pic because grandpa never had internet. I fake looked it up and was like "yeah if he was queer its not public?" And without looking up this absolute unit goes "oh the author bio is obviously fake. I'd bet my left leg the author is a west coast millennial non-binary queer who has never lived on the east coast." And then proceeded to rattle off a dozen linguistic flourishes that are specific to the pacific northwest that are in the book and several that are nearly ubiquitous in the state where I said my pen name lives that are somehow completely absent from the book.
So you know. Got read for filth and didn't even find out if she liked it.
i`m going to loose my mind i just burnt my toast and i am so tired that for some reason i completely forgot where i was. and with the instinct ingrained from years of living on a sailing boat as a child i just went to feed the fish.
only that i am not on a sailing boat. there are no fish to feed. i just fucking threw bread out of the window of a third story apartment in the middle of the city very much on land. what the fuck
thinking about that time my friend and i were browsing random discord servers and we found one that was a bunch of people that believed in the rapture so we joined to see what was going on and they had a bot that sent auto generated images with your nickname for every new person so when my friend joined this image immediately sent
ok holy shit i was looking up the number 1289 because i got it in that wikigacha game. apparently it is what is called an "evil number". so obviously i have to check that out.
ok so. i guess that makes them evil. but apparently the counterpart to these numbers are called. the fucking "odious numbers".
so. integers have two choices. they can either be evil or yucky. that's really awesome
Me? Oh I work at the Paranornal Response Organization. It’s mostly rounding up cursed copies of Minecraft. Yeah, all those ARG videos are 100% real. There’s like. 15 a fucking day. Honestly I’d estimate 50% of modern-day abnormality sightings are Minecraft-based. Reaaaally clogs up the system.