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    Senior Member Sinny's Avatar
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    You made my brain want to go see this again, so I'm posting it here too.

    Those who begin coercive elimination of dissent soon find themselves exterminating dissenters. Compulsory unification of opinion achieves only the unanimity of the graveyard.

    ~ Robert Jackson, Statesman (1892-1954)


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    singularity precursor Limes's Avatar
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    You obviously are not acquainted with Mxx
    She's a real African you know. Not a coconut facsimile.
    I don't think you know me. Maybe just one little facet

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    Quote Originally Posted by Limes View Post
    You obviously are not acquainted with Mxx
    She's a real African you know. Not a coconut facsimile.
    I don't think you know me. Maybe just one little facet
    uhuh so you like dat dawk meat eh?! /uncle ruckus voice
    cool. so you're just a psuedo neo-nazi white supremacists type when it works well for making funny punch lines on intpc. *shrugs*
    Last edited by interprétation ironique; 05-19-2019 at 04:42 AM.

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    凸(ಠ_ರೃ )凸 stuck's Avatar
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    Quote Originally Posted by interprétation ironique View Post
    yeah, cool stuck. *sigh* awful is right.

    I've been pretty calm and collected but the initial news certainly cranked open my tear valves. my sister's tore up about it all though. btw my supersticious family's starting to attribute random glitches in cable access and eery house noises too my deceased pop trying to make contact from the after place. we're all managing in our own ways.
    During the period my mom was passing I was playing the saxophone in my parent's basement for hours and hours every day. The actual day that she passed is etched in my brain because of how much the event pried my emotions open. I remember coming home and picking up the saxophone again, and a bird appearing outside the basement window- I was convinced it was her. I think it's just me noticing things because of how abnormal the experience was.

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