Determinedly the scholar again turned a corner in the library. No time to rest now. RELEVANT DATA could be here. One after another he picked volumes of a conference proceedings series from the shelf; he held their hard covers with his knuckles white, quickly eyeing through index after index. RELEVANT DATA could be anywhere…
call me Dostak because I am going to "do-stim" the dishes
type of spelunker who brings along a geologist's hammer and makes a point of chipping just a little off of various tight spots and turns, or perhaps of making various dead-ends slightly deeper, on every expedition (by no more than they can carry out of the cave entirely in their pockets / pack)
Fakerton's Fence: never question a fence or try to figure out why it is there
Badatzelda the Clown
sexy ∶ smexy ∷ seepy ∶ smeepy. is this enything
"hm I had möör öf deesö thinködöd" — me, going over mental notes in some terrible parody of a Finnish-accent-of-English in my head
manforming pesculinity
harsh juice
ontognomy replicates physiognomy
In the early 21st century, most posters still were subsistence note farmers. We must remind the modern reader not to romanticize this lifestyle; even with the occasional windfall, note farming without proper technology and benefits of scale is in fact hard, soulbreaking work
why do they call it a "man grove swamp". I'm not finding any men growing in here
the morb the merbier
if you can tell the difference between sponge and angel's food you're a cake fan, actually
if there was three little piggies but one of them killed another with a brick would that be fucked up or what
composing my thesis preface: "thanks to the meadow of eternity, to the sustaining cylinders, to the magnificent void,"
