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shark vs the universe
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Show & Tell
NASA
Misplaced Lens Cap
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Mike Driver
Jules of Nature
Cosimo Galluzzi
The Bowery Presents
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
hello vonnie

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@stuartmarshall1960sdreamworld
Dwelling in a book...
Montreuil Bellay, France (by Jack-56)
found on Freshome https://pin.it/1A2jCT8yZ
Ian Dury and the Blockheads - Hit Me with Your Rhythm Stick, 1978
Lol
Leo Kenney Formation, Golden Promise 1970 Gouache on paper Image: 23 1/4 x 17 1/4in. (59.1 x 43.8cm) Frame: 28 1/2 x 22 1/2 in. Seattle Art Museum
Reenactor throws a spear at a drone
What a time to be alive.
âThe medieval warrior, realizing the consequences of his impulsive act, immediately approached the owner of the drone and offered to pay for the damage.
The owner of the drone was so impressed by the brilliant attack that he suggested organizing a competition for bringing down âdragonsâ with short spears next year.
Drone owners have another year to develop a unique âdragon-likeâ design for their flying machines.â (x)
I am 100% cooler with this knowing that the spear-thrower realized âoops maybe I shouldnât have done thatâ and tried to make it right, and that the guy who the drone belonged to was cool with it
just so everyone knows, this has already been memorialized in a runestone
My latest Books cartoon for the Guardian
Triumph TR-6 ( 1974 ) đ
Long ago, a stone felt a tingle on its skin. Moss. A new feeling. A green feeling. The granite spoke of ages in the heat of deep Earth. The moss sang the taste of sunlight and the softness of salamander bellies. They named one another. And told those names to no one at all.
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