GUYS!!!! SOMETHING'S GOING ON WITH NORTH STAR!!!!!!!!!!
I was just gunna ask you to sell a gun to this child!
I was just about request you to allow this human child to buy a gun from you.
I was willing to request that you allow this child, who fell into this deeper part of the underground, to purchase a gun from your wares.
I, Starlo, or as I would prefer you to call me, North Star, was only going to ask you, Blackjack at this time, since your store is open at this time that I am speaking to you at, to allow this child who has fallen into this part of the underground, and also known as Clover, exchange their gold for one of your weapons that shoots bullets at a fast pace, or as we call them, guns.
sell gun
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oh my! madame, you move your body in a manner most beguiling. may you please take my telephone number for future contact
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Question about describing images—should one refrain from commentary/qualitative judgments? I feel like my alternative is footnotes, which I think would be inconvenient for the visually impaired as they’d have to remember that shit the whole time
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Some unsophisticated peasant: your son broke my kids toes with a hammer what do you have to say for yourself?
Me, clearly educated: Pre-adolescent assigned male children will engage in behavior and mindsets typical and/or expected of pre-adolescent assigned male children so ergo it is acceptable that this assigned male child will be acting in certain ways we should excuse as being typical for their category of children.
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Looking up whether snail slime and slug slime are different or not, came across this. This person writes like snail Hannibal
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And here is the link, if anyone wanted it! I haven't read it, myself
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placate me in the sun
and leave me here to die,
i always knew the way home.
(09-19-23 part 3)
i'll drag the anchor now
as we've seen the horizon again,
we need to slow down.
delicately as we break down.
i've seen it all at this point
never to know another day,
as if i were whispering to the oblivion.
never to know the proper time of day.
let me peer into the sky,
i know the places to look now
follow down the last light with our eyes
never to know the true moonlight.
they gasp at the layers of liquid as we process;
we can see this neverending tomorrow,
let the eyes peer beyond
like the nothing was among us to be defined
a lesson to be leigioned from the skin
to alight these beacons, they yearn ourselves.
Oh, let me peer into the sky
i know the places to look now
follow down the last light with our eyes
never to know the true moonlight.
i'll learn to align these things in time
like these very lessons were among legions on the skin
afaced to believe every notion,
like i knew it were empty
these pledges of life
i'll enumerate like the others,
failed lights spent with the corridors of life.
agazing the life all lit up like a fire.
certain whispers lend me towards the light,
like their apothecaries weren't tuned
a miss with the greater winds, oh well
maybe will it to be, with your forceful push among cosmoses.
like a small dismal light to be dispensed.
i'll learn to align these things in time
never will to be what will to be
i'll never know which way to go
came too quickly in the night, He did
and left us in the wake
leave us behind, ye who know
who knew.
you'd rather become a fire of suns than beacon them again.
devour cave encampment
left towards a desire of self
as if these waywards weren't just of
an enumerance left conniving,
i just can't even think anymore.
like the airs i once heard weren't so clear now.
i'll learn to align these things in time
and with a great tug, i throw the atlas stone.
leave it at their wayside with a stupidity meant for the lessors
we'll find a way to survive,
free ourselves from this madness.
and again i'll know where these things were circumvented
and i'll know where the lines lay
the forces play,
another's influence impedes
like a calling-beacon lamenting the sky,
it is so obvious,
and i don't know.
i'll learn to align these things in time
maybe we'll learn next time,
as we circle around the sun
feel this pull on yourself
it has always been there.
alignment wears its balance upon the ether like it were a foreign tongue
i can learn this.
beat me upon completion
like an unkempt dog meant for the gallows
i always knew where to go
to avoid it all,
like i was the ethereal toll booth.
"star ocean, i can see your envy.
like the die cast lent me a life
and you into an inanimate cacophony of sounds and light
never leave the coast again,
tethered to these lighthouses."
(I'll hold onto these wax wings)
(09-26-23—I never know which way to go,
way to go,
way to go,
i'll never know which place to be,
place to be,
place to be.)
(Slight post-edits)
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Ok Black jack is also going insane
Make it speedy.
Please make this quick
I highly request that you make sure that this conversation won't waste my time.
I, Black jack, is requesting that you, Starlo, or as you would prefer being called "North Star", put in the effort to make sure that our conversation will not take up a lot of time because I do not like doing buisness with you.
Speed.
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