i bet the fool who represents himself in court is feeling mighty pleased over the fool who uses ai to represent themselves in court
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i bet the fool who represents himself in court is feeling mighty pleased over the fool who uses ai to represent themselves in court
black mackerel tabby with high white spotting
smirking bastard with grievous grin
Brooch by Marcus & Co., 1900. The Newark Museum of Art.
(press) SHINee World VIII The Invert in Saitama
Just a little fanart, because I think like most people I'm currently fixated on Project Hail Mary.
At the point in my life where I'll have to reread the martian to sus out what parts of the phm narration is characterization and what parts are just weir's writing quirks
”Ryland Grace’s life was valued less because he was single,” is such a weird take because it depends entirely on the idea that Eva Stratt might have hesitated if he weren’t.
Eva. Stratt. Eva Stratt is a bulldozer who takes out Antarctica and the Sahara and commanders an entire Chinese naval aircraft carrier.
Eva Stratt would have thrown his ass on that rocket if he had ten wives.
Stephen King’s Fujo
yeah @sunderwight these tags are gold
Met a rock-star (a Russian costume collection of ma’am Shabelskaya)
Coffee alchemist ☕
It's Ides of March. I approach the Chocolate Man from behind and pull out a knife, stabbing him. He turns and grins as the knife melts in my hands. It's chocolate. I pull out my backup and stab him again, but it melts as well. I realize it's not just the knives melting; he replaced me with a chocolate clone while I wasn't looking. Or maybe I always was chocolate. He's melting as well, he's also chocolate. The room crumbles and melts around us.
It's then I notice the camera as my vision fades to chocolate brown.
"[!@#$]ing chocolate guy," I say, scrolling past the video reblogged by my mutual.
It’s then I notice
the camera as my vision
fades to chocolate brown.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Happy Coelacanth Saturday, everyone!