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I arrive at the Supreme Court to explain the appeal of Beck’s nonsense lyrics and why he shouldn’t be forgotten. Internally I know that they were never good and I wasted time playing a Mutations cassette while mowing lawns when I could have been listening to Tom Waits, Erykah Badu or the Stooges. I’m forced to move to Europe but forgot to switch to a local cell phone plan, I unlock my iPhone’s bootroom which is a hardware hack with screws everywhere meanwhile my repair table is attached to someone’s go kart so now we’re flying everywhere and I can never call home. |
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Started an amusement park for videographers called Perfect Loop. The camera rolls while you barrel down a ridiculous slide, there’s also a duplicate of the set at the end of the slide where a second camera captures you coming out of a hole. Every single experience in the park creates a perfect visual loop. The gift shop has a bunch of tauruses in candy textures, lizard textures, and poop turd textures, all hanging from heavy gold chains you wear around your neck. |
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Farecoal I need to tell you your cat is incredible. My recent 2 dreams this morning: Establishments with dancefloors opt in for visual "flourishes" that can be synchronized worldwide, and on this day, it's a pattern of dollar bills. Instructions for a video transition where clip A folds into a paper airplane and cruises forward through a spiral slinky tube, opening up and resolving in clip B, the host's closing mouth to a medium shot where they continue talent VO. |
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Driving in the nighttime through a hilly lakeside of a small town at Halloween. 10 tan pitbulls were in front of my headlights and one absorbed through the car like a ghost and started biting my testicles. He had a very fuzzy head. it took a lot of energy to pull myself out of the dream and shift my weight. |
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Finger Prince posted:I dreamed the tomato plants on my balcony were heavily laden with ripe fruit. And it looked like Roma tomatoes, even though they're cherry tomato plants. I also picked one of my shishitos and ate it. May your next dreams include lactofermentation of the items. |
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I had a dream that my bed was moved to the forest against a tall tree line. A friendly Bluejay kept perching on my hip or my back before flying up and grabbing a long strip of bark for its nest. I fell asleep, but I could feel the Bluejay dragging each strip of bark through my hair to try to catch some follicles and enhance the nest. In real life I reached up to try to get the Bluejay out of my hair. “Hey, knock it off, Bluejay!” Must be some nest! |
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For Whom The Bowl Tolls County sanitation engineer and part-time inventor, Dipp Gurgle, was frustrated. He lay awake at night thinking, how can the entire community truly know its own well-being, in real time, with auditory feedback? He was cooking up a solution. First of all, nobody went to church anymore and those church bells sit dormant and dusty, undung and undong, gathering patina. A shame to let them go to waste. So why not let waste go to them? Secondly, thanks to his uncle‘s estate he had an abundance of temperature sensors. You can see where this is going. Every toilet on the block, in the office, and around the bend was fitted with an etched copper temperature sensor, right in the bowl. Take a hot dump and we know the reported mass based on how long the bowl is hot and how much coverage of the sensors there are. As soon as the mass is estimated, a signal is sent to the local church bells to fire off a bell tone. If it is a huge mass, there is a short melody. When the eating is good, it’s a nonstop chorus. Taco Tuesday is generally a very musical night in the town. https://youtu.be/D2OCtC2EDA4?si=1yerhKFgCXC9JmY9 kuskus fucked around with this message at 21:33 on Dec 10, 2024 |
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