Bless the Maker and his Gummi goodness. Bless the chewy and fruity flavor of Him. May His passage cleanse your palette. May He keep the world for His Gummi Bear people.
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Bless the Maker and his Gummi goodness. Bless the chewy and fruity flavor of Him. May His passage cleanse your palette. May He keep the world for His Gummi Bear people.
The EMS VCS4 is an extremely rare analogue synth from 1969.
The model never went into full scale production and there were just 2 prototypes.
It belongs to Matt Black from Coldcut. cc synthesizerpics
"So someone said to me that you can never meet a good person off the Internet. I want to prove them wrong. Reblog if you've met someone from the Internet and they've turned out to be one of the best people to ever exist."
Quite a few, actually.
I have met MANY awesome people off the Internet.
I even married one of them!
➩ Characters from Howl’s Moving Castle
OOMPAH!
Ars Poetica - Archibald MacLeish
A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit,
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb,
Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown—
A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds.
*
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs,
Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,
Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind—
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs.
*
A poem should be equal to:
Not true.
For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf.
For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea—
A poem should not mean
But be.
So you have this neighbor who has been making your life hell. First he tied you up with a spurious lawsuit; you’re both suffering from huge legal bills. Then he threatened bodily harm to your family. Now, however, he says he’s willing to compromise: He’ll call off the lawsuit, which is to his advantage as well as yours. But in return you must give him your car. Oh, and he’ll stop threatening your family — but only for a week, after which the threats will resume. Not much of an offer, is it? But here’s the kicker: Your neighbor’s relatives, who have been egging him on, are furious that he didn’t also demand that you kill your dog. And now you understand the current state of budget negotiations.
The Dixiecrat Solution (via wilwheaton)
Lemmings with suicide vests.
Rep. Devin Nunes (R-CA) describing his own party (via x0)
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Those Trekkies were Hippies at heart…
Perfect.
THANK YOU UNIVERSE FOR THIS EXISTING.