#pg187

[macklives]

fuck look at that friendship

thats some friendship that butters my toast

[macklives]

yeah john

step the fuck up john

[macklives]

what? you mean something like twitterpated pang-wangler ?

[macklives]

mmh so john’s got to put ANOTHER thing in that kernelsprite thing for the second prototype (which im gathering is tier two). so yeah, TT’s right, maybe he’ll actually learn to speak. so john go around and find some items to put into the orb!

[macklives]

quilt patterns to fleur de lis’

i think thats an upgrade in some form

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gobbledygook?

not even sure that’s a word there, mate. think you’ve been ready sassacre’s book too much. man was on crack, not a good example to follow.

[bildabridge]

Estou cansado de ficar entre os mortos […] Tudo tem cheiro de cadáver aqui. Quero voltar para o mundo dos vivos, onde as pessoas acreditam em alguma coisa.

O Século das Luzes de Alejo Carpentier in Smoke Gets In Your Eyes (Caitlin Doughty)

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

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EB: i still can't KNOW dis thangz gobbledygook. 

TT: That was only "Tier One Prototyping". TT: There is still another tier ta tha prototypin process. TT: Which fo' all we know merely advances dis entitizzle all up in mo' n' mo' n' mo' esoteric statez of linguistics. 

EB: tha clock is ticking. EB: our phat asses aint gots time fo' dis asinine tomfoolery. 

TT: This unmitigated poppycock, biatch? 

EB: extravagant hogwash! EB: aiiight stop EB: stop typin whatever wack-ass thang you typing. EB: i'm goin upstairs ta tha big-ass platformy thang. 

TT: Da alchemiter, biatch? 

EB: ?, biatch? 

TT: Try ta learn tha lingo.

> John: Use pre-punched card wit tha alchemiter n' shit.