The shirt touches his neck
and smoothes over his back.
It slides down his sides.
It even goes down below his belt—
down into his pants.
The Shirt by Jane Kenyon collected in From Room To Room
n. · clothing
Herbert has handily honed his handsome habiliments, having hired a helpful haberdasher.
Alien: So do your people have a name?
Human: Yes, but it's very long and complicated. I don't think you could pronounce it.
Alien: Heh, try me.
Human: Alright -- animaliachordatamammaliaprimateshaplorhinisimiiformeshominidaehomininaehomininihomosapiens.
Human: Or homos for short.
Alien: Homos -- got it. Homos...
he’s so gd stupid this is why he’s my favorite
hey! habili! whats ur plan for taking the throne?
"Well~ I have been thinking a l(/)t ab(/)ut what I'm g(/)ing t(/) d(/). My main plan f(/)r taking c(/)ntr(/)l, th(/)ugh, is t(/) fix all (/)f the pr(/)blems my idi(/)t ancest(/)r caused!"
"I can't wait f(/)r the day I get t(/) take (/)ver her thr(/)ne. I've been training my mind and b(/)dy f(/)r just that (/)ccasi(/)n for sweeps."
"S(/)rry! That was a bit aggressive, wasn't it?"