life row inmate eating his first meal
the Buddha used to say this about any baby he saw and people hated it
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
i don't do bad sauce passes

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Claire Keane
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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life row inmate eating his first meal
the Buddha used to say this about any baby he saw and people hated it
Why don’t we let the guy whose every plan could be reasonably construed as an abstract suicide attempt take a crack at it
reposting my old picayune art again
once you understand the sheer complexity hidden underneath 14 minesweeper variants and internalize the idea that all board are procedurally generated you kind of start to marvel at the sheer mathematical feat that the programmers of this game pulled.
you have to understand this game is fundamentally coded NOT TO ALLOW YOU TO GUESS. if you are clicking in a block its because you have followed a chain of deduction to the very end and you know as a matter of certainty what youre doing. the game can tell when you are just randomly guessing, and the way i knows this is that it can spin up on the spot a potential solution out of all possible solutions where your guess would have been wrong. you can only click on a block if there is no possible solution existing on the latent solution space create dby the already revelaed blocks where you could be wrong
and this is all procedural. none of these boards where made by hand, there is an algorithm to determine all this
there is something so beautiful in this, it scratches an itch ive been itching where you get a game that all just math, no graphics, no assets, no effects, no particles, no nothing. this is as barebones black and white, completly naked. the entirety of the processing power of this game is purely dedicated to the math underneath. the entire game takes place inside the calculations in your head which are going against the invisible calculations in your computer.
and of course it runs like butter on a pan, it runs like soap on a bathtub because this is the math your computer is meant to do and not whatever bullshit a polygon is
a lot of things seem to happen to the guy whos body i happen to be observing through its own eyes although from afar
I wish I took a better pic of this writing in a bar bathroom in toronto bc I think of it so often. Be So Completely Yourself That No One Is Attracted To You Or Wants To Employ You
He hasn't been the same since saying good night. He's since been laying there for hours in the dark, not looking or hearing... Sometimes I hear him shuffle slightly.
i quit cold turkey
quit what?
cold turkey
yeah but what did you quit
im telling you, i quit cold turkey
alcohol?
no i quit cold turkey
i wasnt offering, im trying to figure out what you quit
and im telling you i quit cold turkey
wait. you quit cold turkey?
yes i quit cold turkey
like the meat?
no i dont like it thats why i quit it
cold turkey?
no im gradually weaning myself off it
“you know that thing doesn’t really love you and would eat you if you died” pointing to the empty corner behind you
Truth: All work is sexual
Truth: All crumbled towers rebuild themself eventually
Truth: The war of ideas rages on
The sizzling sound of coke in my hand is hypnotic to Escobar
Ok so apparently the girls went out for tinis and bruschetta without me
I be on my Homestuck, always on my Homestuck… I’m geekin’ out… & I don’t give a f-
I once ate meat from a pig that was only fed wine corks during its life. I became nauseated and tired and fell asleep in my leather armchair. I dreamt of cool breezes over vineyards on the Mediterranean Sea, until I woke up in a cold sweat and a longing for Italy. It’s not right to feed a pig too much of something, it gives them a connection which is best left alone.
We're playing gin rummy. You discard an ace of spades. Suddenly I shout "RON!" and slam down my hand: AAA2345678999 in spades. I've obtained the nine gates and you have to pay me 32000 points.
Because gin rummy uses golf scores, I am now losing by a truly unfathomable margin.
You want to play mahjong so bad