liz

it looks kind of bad not on True Black, maybe text on transparencies would be better

Mothership: the first 2 days of OVER/UNDER For one month only, Prospero’s Dream is real and full of life.

I finally dusted off my poor, neglected, Mothership-focused blog to talk about one of the wildest gaming experiments I've ever experienced: injectorseat.wordpress.com/2025/10/16/m...

seems like they're a new Bloom Tender, maybe not THE titular one but if it's a job they might be very good at it.

do snakes make steak bake mistakes?

vignetting will be close behind

how can a company use resources for non-monetary gain? everything a company does is to potentially increase spending on their product or service

can i humbly recommend that, when (not if) this soundtrack is pressed to vinyl, can you please make a limited edition blue print? :) thanks!

it's in that one drawer

creamsicle coke is really good

i'd love to read it

friend the original email is from clainbrice-x-professionals.com, it is not a nice try it is a bad try

good luck on the funding!

now you're getting it! do your own research.

not if you can't tell what 80% of the information you've been given is true. if any part of it can be false, none of it can be relied on to be true.

how do you know they're spot on unless you're asking it things you already know or looking it up afterward? every answer it gives is confident.

Except nothing it tells you is verifiable unless you do the work to look it up yourself anyway. You're just adding a middle step where a computer boils an ocean to hallucinate at you.

similar to when, in a fictional universe where santa is real, the kids know but their parents do not believe in him. who do you think wrapped those presents, susan? your husband?

4 pm

get bent, fake taki

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is there a way to pay for a dongle to be included shipping-wise in a turbo pack order made at batch launch?

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photo of an almost empty street in Minneapolis at 6am, brightly illuminated for no one in particular.

6 am

a treeline-obscured sunset fading from pale yellow and soft orange to a grey blue evening sky, a car barely visible by its headlights in the waning light's shadows and atop it all the pale multicolored haze of the digital camera's image sensor struggling to piece together the dim scene, its minor failures elevating the image above recreation and into an artistic interpretation all its own

the grain of a digital camera without the smoothing and sharpening of a modern image processing pipeline will safely nestle in beside the gridlines of a crt in the pantheon of lost ideals