Daily Jonathan Davis #254
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Daily Jonathan Davis #254
they're watching the latest Brawl Talk...
Wait i was listening to Venus as a Boy by Björk and i literally got this idea. What if as children, the Cbros acted strange because of Blackhat. Like they were always watching you from behind trees, their eyes were always wide, and they barely ever spoke unless they were alone together. You would NEVER see one twin without the other
MLK didn't die so you could fuck white people so stop tryna reduce his legacy to that.
SILLY ASSES
Naron of the long-lived Rigellian race was the fourth of his line to keep the galactic records. He had a large book which contained the list of the numerous races throughout the galaxies that had developed intelligence, and the much smaller book that listed those races that had reached maturity and had qualified for the Galactic Federation. In the first book, a number of those listed were crossed out; those that, for one reason or another, had failed. Misfortune, biochemical or biophysical shortcomings, social maladjustment took their toll. In the smaller book, however, no member listed had yet blanked out. And now Naron, large and incredibly ancient, looked up as a messenger approached. Naron, said the messenger. Great One! Well, well, what is it? Less ceremony. Another group of organisms has attained maturity. Excellent. Excellent. They are coming up quickly now. Scarcely a year passes without a new one. And who are these? The messenger gave the code number of the galaxy and the coordinates of the world within it. Ah, yes, said Naron. I know the world. And in flowing script he noted it in the first book and transferred its name into the second, using, as was customary, the name by which the planet was known to the largest fraction of its populace. He wrote: Earth. He said, These new creatures have set a record. No other group has passed from intelligence to maturity so quickly. No mistake, I hope. None, sir, said the messenger. They have attained to thermonuclear power, have they? Yes, sir. Well, thats the criterion. Naron chuckled. And soon their ships will probe out and contact the Federation. Actually, Great One, said the messenger, reluctantly, the Observers tell us they have yet penetrated space. Naron was astonished. Not at all? Not even a space station? Not yet, sir. But if they have thermonuclear power, where do they conduct the tests and detonations? On their own planet, sir. Naron rose to his full twenty feet of height and thundered, On their own planet? Yes, sir. Slowly Naron drew out his stylus and passed a line through the latest addition in the small book. It was an unprecedented act, but, then, Naron was very wise and could see the inevitable as well as anyone in the galaxy. Silly asses, he muttered.
lost followers
So I lost two followers overnight cause I was in a bad mood apparently? Is that it? That's totally fine with me. I don't know/care who those fuckers were anyway. I suppose when you get to the point when you can't even figure out who has stopped following you, it doesn't matter so much anyway. I'm pretty sure some asshole stopped following me recently cause I cut my hair short and I'm apparently not sexy enough now. Seriously, suck my dick un-followers (who obviously aren't reading this). Yeah, I sound wounded, I know. Well, I have a giant incision running up the back of my head, and my brain is re-wiring itself, so if you can't handle me right now, that's your own damn loss. I'm fucking great. BTW, I just puked out my nose. If that bothers you to hear about, go somewhere else. If you still wanna listen, I love you for it. <3
why Eddie Murphy tho WHY