♦ pitied by @confusedDemolitionist
we are locked in an epic battle of wills, you and i. you within my wizard's maze. i from somewhere far in the past.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @confuseddemolitionist it's A Cabin For Summer Vacation. It's A Night For Fireworks. Early Enough In The Evening That You Can't Hear Your Own Words, Only That You're Holding A Smaller Pair Of Hands In Your Own As You Teach Someone How To Correctly Light A String Of Firecrackers. kid's Still Short Enough That You Only See The Head Of Hair And The Hands. He's Seven. You Can't Hear What You're Saying. You Don't Hear What He's Saying Back. You Watch The Firecrackers Go Off From A Safe Distance, In The Sprawling Backyard Somewhere Upstate, Behind The Cabin. Close To The Pond. It's Rained Recently. This Private Light Show Won't Start A Wildfire. the Cicadas Are Drowned Out By The Noise, The Conversation Lost To Time, And To The Shifting Of The Shadows Cast By The Red And White Bursts Of Light Strobing In The Green Lawn Like Violent Fireflies. You Have Ten Fingers. The Boy Is Seven, And He Isn't Your's By Blood, But That Never Mattered One Single Bit. it All Smells Of Magnesium And Sulfur And Smoke. One Day You'll Teach Him How To Make One Of The Big Rockets, But He's Only Seven. he's Just A Kid, And There's Time. there's Time. there's Time. #queserasera but How Much Time Truly? 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1faipqlsekfh6j2vgskoqsezds9n0t5tnb8gtkihiapootjcd9yp3hmw/viewform?usp=header
Thanks for the support, Mr. De Campo.
You’re listening to… Special Sinatra Selebration request from @confusedDemolitionist ! Here's, "It Was A Very Good Year" comin' right at ya. …Midnight City Jazz!
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! -Lord Byron #poetryposting
The reviews are in. The people have spoken. Their message is clear. https://i.ibb.co/yckj95dk/testimonials.png
Sigh. Diamonds Droog.
Diamonds Droog.
hopital
Can you two stop not-flirting in my comments. This is meant to be a good, pure, Diamonds Droog post.
Diamonds Droog.
Detective Tip: I'm not mad. Don't put it in the papers that I got mad.
Detective Tip: When a group of gangsters tell you it's going to be "just some light fun and games, no stakes, the alliances don't even matter", they are actually tricking you into an elaborate humiliation ritual.
Detective Tip: Being a good detective does not make you good at Among Us.
Mr. Blanc was correct about this.
https://i.ibb.co/r2F3wC14/goodpost.gif
I never know how to feel about that Lalonde other than a strange fond sense of bewilderment.
They're simply not capable of it.
This is the least damaging thing to happen to this website, for the record. And the song isn't that bad.
.salA .hguorht ees og enilemit gnitseretni yrev a neeb evah dluow tI .emahs a tahw ,hwA
Gaze upon my new swagger. My devotion has rewarded me. There are privileges afforded to a servant who survives long enough to become useful. Not merely tolerated, mind you. Recognized. Refined. Sharpened into something presentable. I have walked through civilizations that no longer possess names. I have stood in parlors built atop the cooled ashes of grand ideas and listened to dying men insist their empires were eternal right before the lights went out. Such experiences leave an impression upon a gentleman. One learns posture. Timing. The value of immaculate presentation in the aftermath of catastrophe. You mistake ornamentation for vanity. Common error. These little embellishments are commemorative in nature. Each adjustment, each polished detail, each impossible thread woven into this ensemble represents a concluded inconvenience. A silenced rebellion. A door opened precisely when it ought to have remained shut. Lord Caliborn appreciates results. And I do so enjoy being appreciated. Upon my many rewards, my status as the honored and appreciated narrative force has been returned. Thank you, @caliBorn.
Illegal firearms.
Hey this might be the nicest thing anybody has ever said about me.
Goregle. Why shouldn't I be using 6 in 1 Shampoo, Conditioner, Deodorant, Body Wash, Tooth Paste, and Plastic Glue?
Detective Tip: If you're hungry before a job, get two packets of instant Mac & Cheese and combine them into the Detective's greatest meal: Mac & Mac & Cheese & Cheese.
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." -The Velveteen Rabbit
The city's goddamn beautiful tonight.
I'm different. Also the same. I just think in different ways.
Think I'm going to smoke something tonight. Do some thinking. #substance
Diamonds Droog.
Think I might fuck around and actually do my job today. If a case shows up. Kind of the limiting factor of the occupation.
HAUH!??!?!
It is by will alone I set my mind in motion.
i see you in everything and everywhere
Do you know the true beauty of a spiral, darlings? The beauty is that it is continuous, endless. Each time it turns and repeats itself, the spiral is reset, born anew. Yet constantly connected to the old one! Recurrence embodied in a single symbol, truly lovely.
Memories, olld wounds, Llike dewdrops in the morning. Never trully gone. #haiku
I have created this piece to hang by my desk to remind me of what is most important. While I did not want to include any members of my Cabinet, I feared for my safety had I not included Madame Lalonde. You are all in no particular order, I was simply struck with inspiration from @exuberantArchivist's wonderful post. Pictured are ten of my valued constituents. https://file.garden/acR4O28XdjJpG0lX/chittr%20obamaverse/do%20it%20for%20them.png
diamonds droog!
Diamonds Droog
i HAD A DIFFERENT DREAM THAN USUAL LAST DAY,,, nO ONE ELSE WAS IN IT, nOT REALLY, i WISH SOMEONE HAD BEEN,
I have had fleeting thoughts about changing my icon, to make my current feminine sensibilities more obvious. Then I remember that's fucking stupid. I'm Diamonds Droog. I literally look exactly like my icon.
I have literally died and it was awful. I don't think I'll be fine!!!!°❀.࿔
I am flus)+|ed for mancala iʇ is all I ever played w)+|en I )+|ad free ʇime before I was elecʇed. Mancala... I )+|ave a game of iʇ sʇill... Per)+|aps I s)+|ould play again. #Mancala.
blech!!!!! dogs cant have licorice!!! at least not enough for it to help with any cramps or whatever D:
sad puppy whines........ everyone...... the worst thing ever just happened. i got my freaking #period and everything sucks!!!! like so much sucking is happening right now!!!!!!!!!! who knew gods even still dealt with this stuff?!?!!!!