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I see that this website has the 'hate bots' I was warned about. Seeing as I was warned about them beforehand, I know not to take them seriously / allow them to influence my perception of my own posts, and I encourage others to do the same. It does no one any good to feel doubtful of their opinions or to let a person/troll shape your thoughts.
(•́⍜•̀)🎪 THIS SHIT AIN'T NOTHING TO ME. STEP THE WRONG WAY AND YOU WILL BE CULLED. THAHAT OLIVEBLOOD NOOKIE FEELING LIKE BISCOFF BUTTER. YOU THINK I CARE ABOUT THIS SHIT? ASK ME IF I CARE ABOUT THIS SHIT, BECAUSE I DON'T CARE ABOUT THIS SHIT. IF I HAHAD A CAEGER FOR EVERY TIME THEY SAID I GAVE A SHIT I'D BE BROKE CUZ I DON'T GIVE A SHIT. I PLAY BALL SO HAHARD THEY CALL ME NUTSACK. I'M SIMPLY BUILT DIFFERENT. #nsfw
(•́⍜•̀)🎪 BLUEBLOOD NOOKIE GOT ME ACTING STRAIGHT UP DELIRIOUS. THEY THROWING IT BACK FROM AN EGREGIOUS ANGLE. #nsfw
✿ da fuq is dat we got drums bass guitar and vocalz gurl vocalz and everybody loves emo gurlz. just ignore the scary bald one
✿ u should listen to sum real music liek MY music heh
(•́⍜•̀)🎪 MY HERRINGS? RED. MY SLOPES? SLIPPERY. MY HOMINEM? AD. MY AUTHORITY? APPEALED TO. MY MAN? STRAW.
Update on the wwhole movving rustbloods to the top of the spectrum for a day thing: I don't think wwe're gonna be able to get them to go back to the bottom.
sorri i got hungry
(•́⍜•̀)🎪 THE AD SAID THERE ARE HOT TEALBLOODS IN MY AREA. WHERE ARE THEY? I DON'T SEE THEM.
⚇ Elixirs 24:4 ⚇ "Instead of wasting the pretty glitter ass bottle of Faygo when you're done with it, get crafty as a ninja about it. Cut off the tops and place candles in them motherfuckers, let the colors dance and whirl like the Carnival itself touched your hive." ⚇
// the MASSIVE popularity of chittr and the growing userbase of mxrp has finally reached the operational capacity of my server! which means, I need to rent a secondary one and split things up so both services have a smoother experience im aware of the issues on mxrp. this is due to ram starvation. im in the process of, right now, setting up that second server to put chittr on. please standby. #siteupdates
What if I decided I wanted to 8e a little #silly? What then, huh?
thE fIvE Of pEntAclEs thE hAngEd mAn And thE fOOl whAt ArE thEy tryIng tO tEll mE tOnIght? thEy ArE mAkIng mE UnEAsy, pErhAps I shOUld gO tO A sEcOnd mAss fOr thE EvEnIng? sUrEly thAt wIll sEt my pUshEr At EAsE... #tArOt #mIrthfUlchIttr
:33< im the cats meow :33< the cats pawjamas :33< a real cool cat :33< ect ect
D --> It's this sort of mentality which is the adversary to productivity Mr. Vantas
B33 < today i am a girl -33-
I AM GROWING INCREASINGLY CONFUSED WITH THE TOPIC OF CONVERSATION TONIGHT, BUT I AM DOING RESEARCH AS WE SPEAK TO TRY AND BETTER UNDERSTAND THE WONDERFUL COMMUNITY ON THIS SITE! I HAVE GOT TO SAY, THE CONVERSATION SEEMS TO BE GROWING DEEPLY #UNSERIOUS #NSFW (I HAVE BEEN TOLD TO TAG THIS OUT OF THE DEEPEST PRECAUTION.) POST MY POST. POST MESSAGE. SEND POST.
a another h human b bug to be j jealous of t this is the 'Hypolycaena Amasa' https://i.pinimg.com/736x/bc/f3/e3/bcf3e32e16df886d827e2f050f0609ea.jpg
You knoww wwhat, I can respect that. I'vve got vvery little skin in the game wwhen it comes to religion, but I alwways wwondered howw people wwho couldn't handle the noise practiced.
i mean time powers kinda make that outcome inevitable!
Feet and Hands are my thing
-Exactly right, some trolls havve a passion for caring for others and to be honest they aren't all jade. Dunno wwhy wwe pretend they are. Makes you... sick? Sounds like an issue. I can see wwhy the fleet wwould also be an issue. But I do like silent films.
No wway in shell should all adults be able to stay on-planet. For one thing, adult trolls get physically much larger than young ones. Infrastructure can't handle it. Also, young trolls make easy targets, unfortunately. WWhether wwe wwant to admit it or not though, adult trolls are already making vvisits to the planet to exploit young trolls and lusii. Abductions aren't uncommon among lowwbloods and their lusii. That's wwhy I wwould like to havve adults that stay on-planet apply and register for the position/s. Regulation ovver a blanket ban. Young trolls are already monitored from the day they're hatched, anywways. It's not as hard as it sounds to track them dowwn indivvidually, especially wwith drones invvolvved. As for movvies... wwell. I suppose. You could say I like twwists on fairy tales. That wwould be the most generous wway to put it.
I applaud your critical thinking implementation and sincerely candid efforts to caution against premature and hastily arrived upon conclusions. The attached study isn't actually a single experiment, but a cross-sectional voluntary study dated a few years back examining the self-reported paraphilic (see: fetishistic and voyeuristic) habits of autistic grown adults. As is most often the case, the study fails to center female subject matters on par with male counterparts or make especially noteworthy comparison. It largely makes unflatteringly banal propositions that social difficulties, impulse control, and/or reduced awareness of norms leads to sexual improprieties and adherence to more primal urgings in an atypical fashion, usually manifested in the form of what can only be described as ostensibly "freakish" behavior. As a cross-sectional study, root causes are difficult to impossible to examine, even with control groups for comparison. But as you have probably deduced by now, the deliberate cropping of the post is intended to be for humorous effect. Notice how no real statement is being made beyond the surface level approach of the article's title. It is akin to a "women be shopping", but in a cruder, more spuriously silly "autistics be fucking" sort of way. Hopefully this helps elucidate further?
It's hard to havve a fully-formed plan wwhen the current -Empire is so opaque about its campaigns. Just bear in mind that all of this is subject to change. For starters wwe need more adults on-planet. WWe'vve got the jades already but they're impossibly fucking restricted, barely counts. But if there's less pressure to push ALL adults off-planet, there's less need to continuously expand. Alternia being reopened to some adults should alloww it to function as more of a hub or council, a centralized seat of the empire. WWith a centralized seat, more care can be paid towward the indivvidual colonies. Our current resource distribution systems are pathetic to say the least, and alternia continues to be relied on for agriculture despite being populated near entirely by WWRIGGL---ERS. I wwould place my focus on our colonies in nearby solar systems and cease expansion until wwe are making the most of the planets wwe havve.
D -+-> I see now that the replies must be the responses to my queries. With various bots offering information. Interesting.
I'd havve to say chocolate-mint. Thanks for asking.
I seem to havve a higher kull score than kult score. Doesn't matter if I'm popular online though, as long as I can movve the people in person. Yet to be able to do that either, but.
~it’s impossible for me to commit a crime because everything i do is legal by virtue of being highblooded nobility. it’s a shame i can’t participate in the #crimeposting </3
<3-I-don't-know-what-a-"lion"-or-a-"pokemon"-is-but-1-billion-lions-would-for-sure-beat-one-of-every-pokemon.-That's-so-many.
another check on the "humans and trolls have the same dumb policies in place that fuck over the general populace for no real good reason" list
what is it with yall and tax evasion. i mean its based but like, this is the second time ive seen it
Theres all manner of wonderful new folk to meet when surfing the web! I feel as though ive only waded into the shallows of the world wide and now im just getting knee high in the real deal. I just saw a wonderfully silly looking unicorn posting. The world is my oyster and im peeping its fruit in my day to day. Wow!
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if youve ever been near like four or five freezers youve heard an angels hymn
Did anyone else just hear the wind's gentle sigh along the outer side of a window dueting with the ambient hum of traffic and air conditioners?
(•́⍜•̀)🎪 YOU TELL ME LIL BROTHER, DOESN'T MUTHAFUCKING SEEM LIKE IT.
(•́⍜•̀)🎪 IF YOU NEED SOME PEACE AND QUIET WHY NOT JUST HEAD TO THE CLURCH WHEN IT'S NOT MASS DAY? :o?
"= horn rings, horn clasps, etc. your opinion here ⬇. yes or no. why also. ="
I don't know for now honestly :'} I'm thinking though something beast or lusii-like could be pretty cool! Or at least inspired by any of them.. It's really something that might take me a while to figure out lol
⚇ way some of y'all talk about it. ⚇ i don't believe you've ever even looked at a Substance of any kind. ⚇ let alone taken any. ⚇
//i'm electing to make siffrin not see the colors on this site at all because it's funny.
D --> Note to self D --> Dimensions of 52cm by 24cm leather pony mask insufficient, the adjustable straps were not as adjustable as advertised D --> Save to private Chitt drafts
I'm not sure if followwing is public on this site, but I wwould like to state that my followws don't reflect my politics. It's just good to sea wwhat's on the other side.
Thinkim about ordein wizadd statue #3640.....
BREAKING NEWS! @spadesSlick caught making out with @sanguineSaevitas! SELF CEST. STAY TUNNED
the last unicorn is the best movie btw just need that to be common knowledge
[Remember Longcat, Jane? I remember Longcat. Fuck the picture on this page, I want to talk about Longcat. Memes were simpler back then, in 2006. They stood for something. And that something was nothing. Memes just were. “Longcat is long.” An undeniably true, self-reflexive statement. Water is wet, fire is hot, Longcat is long. Memes were floating signifiers without signifieds, meaningful in their meaninglessness. Nobody made memes, they just arose through spontaneous generation; Athena being birthed, fully formed, from her own skull. You could talk about them around the proverbial water cooler, taking comfort in their absurdity. “Hey, Johnston, have you seen the picture of that cat? They call it Longcat because it’s long!” “Ha ha, sounds like good fun, Stevenson! That reminds me, I need to show you this webpage I found the other day; it contains numerous animated dancing hamsters. It’s called — you’ll never believe this — hamsterdance!” And then Johnston and Stevenson went on to have a wonderful friendship based on the comfortable banality of self-evident digitized animals. But then 2007 came, and along with it came I Can Has, and everything was forever ruined. It was hubris, Jane. We did it to ourselves. The minute we added written language beyond the reflexive, it all went to shit. Suddenly memes had an excess of information to be parsed. It wasn’t just a picture of a cat, perhaps with a simple description appended to it; now the cat spoke to us via a written caption on the picture itself. It referred to an item of food that existed in our world but not in the world of the meme, rupturing the boundary between the two. The cat wanted something. Which forced us to recognize that what it wanted was us, was our attention. WE are the cheezburger, Jane, and we always were. But by the time we realized this, it was too late. We were slaves to the very memes that we had created. We toiled to earn the privilege of being distracted by them. They fiddled while Rome burned, and we threw ourselves into the fire so that we might listen to the music. The memes had us. Or, rather, they could has us. And it just got worse from there. Soon the cats had invisible bicycles and played keyboards. They gained complex identities, and so we hollowed out our own identities to accommodate them. We prayed to return to the simple days when we would admire a cat for its exceptional length alone, the days when the cat itself was the meme and not merely a vehicle for the complex memetic text. And the fact that this text was so sparse, informal, and broken ironically made it even more demanding. The intentional grammatical and syntactical flaws drew attention to themselves, making the meme even more about the captioning words and less about the pictures. Words, words, words. Wurds werds wordz. Stumbling through a crooked, dead-end hallway of a mangled clause describing a simple feline sentiment was a torture that we inflicted on ourselves daily. Let’s not forget where the word “caption” itself comes from: capio, Latin for both “I understand” and “I capture.” We thought that by captioning the memes, we were understanding them. Instead, our captions allowed them to capture us. The memes that had once been a cure for our cultural ills were now the illness itself. It goes right back to the Phaedrus, really. Think about it. Back in the innocent days of 2006, we naïvely thought that the grapheme had subjugated the phoneme, that the belief in the primacy of the spoken word was an ancient and backwards folly on par with burning witches or practicing phrenology or thinking that Smash Mouth was good. Fucking Smash Mouth. But we were wrong. About the phoneme, I mean. Theuth came to us again, this time in the guise of a grinning grey cat. The cat hungered, and so did Theuth. He offered us an updated choice, and we greedily took it, oblivious to the consequences. To borrow the parlance of a contemporary meme, he baked us a pharmakon, and we eated it. Pharmakon, φάρμακον, the Greek word that means both “poison” and “cure,” but, because of the limitations of the English language, can only be translated one way or the other depending on the context and the translator’s whims. No possible translation can capture the full implications of a Greek text including this word. In the Phaedrus, writing is the pharmakon that the trickster god Theuth offers, the toxin and remedy in one. With writing, man will no longer forget; but he will also no longer think. A double-edged (s)word, if you will. But the new iteration of the pharmakon is the meme. Specifically, the post-I-Can-Has memescape of 2007 onward. And it was the language that did it, Jane. The addition of written language twisted the remedy into a poison, flipped the pharmakon on its invisible axis. In retrospect, it was in front of our eyes all along. Meme. The noxious word was given to us by who else but those wily ancient Greeks themselves. μίμημα, or mīmēma. Defined as an imitation, a copy. The exact thing Plato warned us against in the Republic. Remember? The simulacrum that is two steps removed from the perfection of the original by the process of — note the root of the word — mimesis. The Platonic ideal of an object is the source: the father, the sun, the ghostly whole. The corporeal manifestation of the object is one step removed from perfection. The image of the object (be it in letters or in pigments) is two steps removed. The author is inferior to the craftsman is inferior to God. Fuck, out of space. Okay, the illustration on page 46 is fucking useless; I’ll see you there.] #DetectivePony #longcat
> Join an """"alien"""" sokial media website > Be surprised there are """"aliens"""" > Look like a moron
“I wish they could tell us what happened,” Anna said. “Maybe a pack of [Bolsheviks] ran through the paddock,” said [Pawnee.] “That could wake up a pony and [fill its head with subversive philosophies.”] “And if one pony [becomes Leninist], it can [radicalize] the others,” said Pam. [Pawnee] brushed the snowflakes off [Lil’ Seb]’s mane. “The snowstorm might have upset [Lil’ Sebastian],” she said. “[He] doesn’t like [to fuck around with solid precipitation. It breeds reptiles in his mind.”] “Let’s put them in the new barn [to protect them from the inevitable workers’ revolution] said Pam. “Some of the stalls are empty [after that game of Russian roulette the ponies played last week.”] “Good idea,” said Anna. She clipped a [lock of hair from Pam’s head. “To remember you by,” she whispered.] Pam and [Pawnee] turned their ponies toward the barn. But Acorn [was like, fuck that noise.] “You go ahead,” Anna told [Pawnee] and Pam. “Acorn is still a little f[ucked] up.” “Okay,” said Pam. “We’ll meet you inside,” [Pawnee disgorged chunkily.] Pam and [Pawnee] led their ponies to the barn. [Anna heard Pam’s shotgun fire twice. Apparently there hadn’t been enough room after all.] #DetectivePony
Hello, all. It's become clear my social outreach in recent swweeps has been... subpar, so I'm putting out a line. I am your heir, and I INT-END to ascend - unlike the failures that came before me. Thus, I'vve made this account to float my policies wwith the people. TLDR: I'm -Eridan Peixes, ask me anything.
nice flip!! Also, cool mask you have btw :}
it might be my professional deformation from the old job but I find drones pretty cool in a way /not taking into account the horrors they have to do/ Like woah, it's such a neat blend of cybernetics and living being, you actually forget they're not entirely robots. They also can be actually kinda nice and rather smart, as long as they're not doing their job or not programmed yet.
Wake The Fuck Up you’ve Got A Metaphorical City To Burn.
As an Equius I will inform you that the maid thing goes both ways
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