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In one episode Elaine became Goerge
hey don’t check ur mailbox today i put anthrax in it sorry i regret it now i’m learning to not act on my impulses
Ok but why are the suckers and losers trying to kill me today
ADVENTURE IS CALLING...
DO YOU PICK UP THA PHONE
one final cadaveric spasm for the idiot pigiron husk that was prototype "pjackk" jack
irish-american chan and pjackk starring in a remake of the iron giant
"Do u fujk with you staying and I going???"
you can tell i took my meds today
i think there's some future where i become a writer but the problem is that, and im being serious here, i can't write well if it's not in a tumblr text box. something about the pressure of having to communicate well enough and say something remotely interesting
philosophy masters into homelessness combo seeming ever more viable and attractive by the day
i think im probably not going into translation as a career any more. all the translation communities are freaking out about the usual jobs being taken up by machine learning. i can imagine the only viable-for-me positions available in the future would be in-person interpreters, media localizers, and fiction translators
write to think. pin what matters. trail what continues. the rest sinks. a private writing space that distills, not piles.
this is kind of what i like about obsidian without the extra shit
i might need to rewatch the backrooms
Parading his big stupid unmoving chrome body around like a sainted reliquary
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