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Discover the magic of the internet at Imgur, a community powered entertainment destination. Lift your spirits with funny jokes, trending mem
Discover the magic of the internet at Imgur, a community powered entertainment destination. Lift your spirits with funny jokes, trending mem
Discover the magic of the internet at Imgur, a community powered entertainment destination. Lift your spirits with funny jokes, trending mem
Discover the magic of the internet at Imgur, a community powered entertainment destination. Lift your spirits with funny jokes, trending mem
Discover the magic of the internet at Imgur, a community powered entertainment destination. Lift your spirits with funny jokes, trending mem
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This playlist is a collection of content by @Homieland--Sickurity on Switzerland
Hooray for more phenibut arriving today or tomorrow. I shall continue to sleep well and calmly ignore the disembodied voice that follows me everywhere 🙃🥴😴
The American house has been TV-centered for three generations. It is the focus of family life, and the life of the house correspondingly turns inward, away from whatever corresponds beyond its four walls.At the same time, the television if the families chief connection to the world. The physical envelope of the house itself no longer connects their lives to the outside in any active way; rather it seals them from it.The outside world has become an abstraction filtered through television, just as the weather is an abstraction filtered through air conditioning.
James Howard Kunstler, Geography of Nowhere
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It had been a long day of confusion, and Morgan had been so tired. Her nerves hadn’t been doing her any favors, either, and she had settled into her abode’s bedroom for rest with a book on fluid dynamics. Dry reading (despite the topic) for sure, but she’d found little else worth reading in the building so far. Leaning back as she grew restless, she stared at the ceiling. Too tired to get up and turn the light off, she merely placed the book over her eyes to rest them for a moment. Closing her eyes, she thought about how she was too anxious to sleep, she was fairly certain she was anyway, and she knew she would just be laying here for —
Morgan opened her eyes blearily. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but the book was still on her face. Curiously though, where she had remembered the words “transsonic boundary layer separation” being directly in front of her eyes when she closed them, when she cracked them open she was greeted by “xyopfle bfvvhfu sxzmbr fdrlxorezm”. Utterly confused for a fraction of a moment, she very quickly registered something, an old fact she’d absorbed: Books were usually nonsense in dreams. Sitting up, she took the book off her face.
It took a split-second to register where she was: Nowhere. The woman sat upon a bed, white sheets and frame, white pillows, and everything else was... well, it was also white. Infinitely, at that - it was as if a void of light instead of dark, and she was adrift within it.
Oh. She was either in hell (or limbo, maybe) or dreaming. Given what had happened recently, she wouldn’t have been too surprised at such a development, but she doubted the former was the case regardless of how much her conscience told her she deserved it.
The doctor had learned how to lucid dream to an extent, and she shut her eyes and tried to coalesce her thoughts. A room, like on Talos. Not her office, not her suite, just a room that’d fit aboard, a conglomeration of memories. Four walls with wood paneling, a sturdy art deco light fixture, the bed, a bookshelf, a desk off to a side and —
She opened her eyes once more. Wait a second. Curious. The room she imagined had come into being around her, given the vividness which she had tried to imagine it — the grain of the wood, the feel of the carpet, the glint of the metal on the fixture frame — but one side was entirely a reflection of the room, a mirror from wall to wall, floor to ceiling. Morgan rubbed at her right temple briefly and stood without a word, pacing over to the mirror and placing a palm on its surface and staring herself in the eye.
A few short articles plus psychic advertisements from Weekly World News August 5, 2003