There are but bones in this yard. This life will one day yield to the unwavering, inexorable silence that knows us by name. A world of makers-men has begotten innovations that made-men once dreamt of. All is to be reduced on this thoroughfare. These bones serve as proof.
“Alas!” Shouts he the none-the-wiser, this thoroughfare of action is the chaff of his work. Idle and empty hands beget indignation, though lays he yet in still squalor. How shall the musician perform without his instrument? An answer begs to be his cross.
@sb23064@crazyclips_ C’est un refus clair d’assimiler à la population. C’est enrageant et je dis ça en tant qu’américain bilingue. Je m’en fous de l’anglais dans la seule province majoritairement et historiquement francophone du pays. Vive le Québec!
I am henceforth a vessel, a forward forge of wrath and rage, and you are the great divide between waken and slept. O’ hear me as I harken the spirit my true dēor, my wild, my breath. Lo, reddish, hellish bull grant me wings - flight is mine.
@sw_holocron Star Wars is iconic and it deserves to have a cultural impact akin to what the Dune movies have now or to what the MCU had in the 2010s. The fact that it doesn’t have that speaks to how poorly the franchise has been handled.
@lukesoutpost The fact that they essentially retconned Kylo breaking his helmet by having him repair it in the rise of skywalker, just for him to toss it away again automatically makes Kylo’s helmet worthless imo
Valiant is the bearer; true is the aim of the grinder of cheese. Let loose upon this melange of legumes borne out of House Salad from the east. I shall bear witness to the lasting pour of the finest of Parmesans. Let us work in tandem. Heed my call at this garden of olives.
I fear for the man who has to quell the cries of his stomach. A greedy, insatiable stomach that, with no courtesy to the ears who lend themselves to it willingly or non, is provided the cheesiest of burritos yet, howls and rumbles bewilderingly. So is his struggle… so is mine.
Upon entry into a dining establishment, the lack of sweet tea always serves as a reminder to me that we live in a very dangerous and cruel world. The purity of such a refreshing drink is undermined by the insatiable urge of man…of which I am apart. Woe unto the thirsty man…