/*THE HORLAV ARCHIVE is a project recording the strange occurrences in Horlav, "the City of Wires."
/*The current year: 1992.
/*Written by Winter Publicover.
Anyways, that's why I opted to make something truly weird.
IF YOU WANT THAT: </*STAINED GLASS VIAL*/> IS THE NOVEL FOR YOU.
IT SHOULDN'T HURT THIS MUCH.
IT SHOULDN'T HURT THIS MUCH.
IT SHOULDN'T HURT THIS MUCH.
IT SHOULDN'T HURT THIS MUCH.
IT SHOULDN'T HURT THIS MUCH.
I've been doing this thing where, if I'm scrolling and I come across any bullshit talking about AI, I practice an instrument for at least two minutes. Its nice to see some progress, and better to know I'm doing it outta spite.
If you die, there is a service called cryopreservation where your body is stored at around –200 °C for a fee of about ₹1.74 crore. The idea is that if a cure or advanced treatment is discovered in the future for the problem that caused your death, you might be brought back to life again.
Look man, I’m telling you. Hustle, grind, dominate. It’s the three stage weapon of suffering. It’s the oblique point of madness that keeps the stress fresh and the pain new.
You gotta weaponize the carrot, bro.
I posted this some time ago on another social media website/hellhole but.
Nothing Beside Remains: a squad of operatives investigate an abandoned facility on abandoned farmland. Something is watching.
NOW LIVE on the website in my bio.