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"Your AI slop bores me" implies the existence of "your organic slop excites me" and now I'm not allowed to talk aloud at work for the rest of the day

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Frahnkasteinamun: Igor, why is the lobby full of effeminate boys scantily clad in maid outfits and carrying buckets?

Igor: Master I did as you asked, plentiful milk dudes! All the milk dudes you can wish for!

Frahnkasteinamun:...I asked for Milk DUDS you autocorrecting degenerate! Now what am I going to do?!

Igor: Have cereal with all that milk?

Frahnkasteinamun:......it's too early for this shit, just order some pizzas to compensate them for their time, I'm going to lay down.

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Imagine a sword-swallower doing the ahegao face during tricks

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Man goes on a date with a fortune teller, she gives him a pack of tissues, says it's for later. Odd but whatevs.

Later they get all hot and heavy, things get heated and suddenly the man stiffens, spills his load all over. He says "I'm so sorry," to which the fortune teller pulls out the tissues and says "I saw that coming."

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When you slob on a knob

Like it's corn on the cob

That's amore

When you bask between thighs

Mouth full, closed eyes,

That's amore

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Reminder: don't start a conversation with "What if we had a serial lobotomist?"

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I walk through whimsy,

Guided follies,

Dreaming too easy for

The reality we endure.

In the smoky shroud

Of burning futures

I imagine animals

And other things

Drifting into the sky.

My country becomes more wicked

Hour by hour, day after day,

Stealing human lives away,

And sometimes it's all I can do to say

"This is not okay," and to escape,

And try to distract others from

The creeping-closer of the grave.

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Context: Orc that glows blue when swords are nearby finds a sword that turns into an orc when blue is nearby

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Sam the Eagle with huge badonkers in the Ace Attorney courtroom: Objectification!

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"I transcribe my soul in the wee moments between toil and task, love and life, pain and illness, and all that I experience is the sum of the written word."

~ Me, B.A. Wilcox

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Confidence is knowing you can do it despite adversity. Determination is doing it whether or not you know you can in the face of adversity

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My Skin is the Earth

By: B.A. Wilcox

My skin is the earth,

The dirt, the dust,

The ages old residue

Of every day passed.

My hat is the clouds,

The rain, the sun,

All within the vault of the sky,

I tip it to any and all in sight.

My breath the wind,

The breeze, what weary

Gusts rustle the leaves of trees,

And lift every little bird’s wings.

My bones hidden beneath,

Unseen by any except me,

Molten and solidifying in a cycle

Presided over by my heart, the core.

The Moon is what I have lost,

What once was mine,

Always within reach,

Ever within sight.

The Sun is what I have gained,

The very rays that raised life,

That gifted to me purpose, a home,

A host to those upon my being.

Ever we dance, my lovers and I,

A colossal threesome of eclipsing.

Rarely do we entwine in line, but,

Then again, would it be so special,

Have so much gravity, if it were a daily occurrence?

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In the moment you milk a mommy, you become the mommy milker

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Wow I am definitely not the same person I was when I started this account.

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I KNOW HOW TO TUMBLR AGAIN!

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I'm back on Tumblr :D it's been a year and a half, but I will be checking this more often.

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Every action has a reaction. So, whether or not I get a glass of milk, there are different ways to go about it. I got a little milk, a full glass, in a coffee mug or in a cup, those affect the outcome. There are infinite reactions to our actions. I could have been dead for 10 years, flesh decaying away until I'm bones in the dirt. Or, I could have a twin, looking exactly like me. Or I could be a girl. Who knows what's out there? President Obama may have lost, or never been born. Lincoln could have lived. That bullet that kills someone later in their life may have never been created, or instead have been used in the Army. Who knows? There is an infinity of reactions, and we only live upon one storyline. What happens in the others? Am I dead? In a coma? Murdered, stabbed, shot, decapitated, disemboweled, or suicide? Who knows? But in this storyline, we live it, we die by it, and our actions create reactions. Sir Isaac Newton saw a little of this. Do you understand?