I DECLARE WAR upon the accursed ASHWAGANDA ROOT which has lulled me into a state of DREADFUL SLOTH … impotence, COMPLACENCY ! I feel my pineal icing over.. no, please… I am besieged by this calm, oceanic haze… I CAST IT OUT OF ME !
Apparently there’s a new trend in Northeast College Towns to drink fermented horse milk alcohol…they say it was started by a Mongolian bartender named Shawn… is it true?
Is a zombie superintelligence more or less dangerous than a superintelligence with feelings (i.e., one that has the equipment for real values and, therefore, empathy)?