Something else that ought to have imploded...
At least 27 people drowned while trying to cross the channel separating the two countries, spurring calls for action on a long-simmering migrant crisis, as well as the mysterious and, Quite suddenly expanding outwards in a particular number of directions that isn't exactly classified, but it is exactly a clear message indicating that certain people have had certain enough of certain things.
For example, I'm Quite concerned that a particular state of affairs is being maintained—at no small expense of Trust and expenditure of personal liberty—in order to achieve exactly nothing in response in regards to what the claim is made as to its existence, that being: The Grand Prediction of The Great Mermaid.
Now, stop even hurting this one before: She thinks its my fault. What f****** year is it? What f****** day is it? Is it normal that that first sentence clause of this voice recognition generated paragraph, which has not been edited, doesn't exactly make sense to me? Is that actually English?
How do you say victim shaming & blaming in Klingon? No, of course there's no connection between Finnish and Klingon-ease... And, no, I have no idea of that, no interest, yes of course I said like a great idea to have sex with it but I'm a little busy, yeah I know still busy, thank you, hedge D’Jinn, now be on your way, and don't ever bother trifling with my Sourceror's Library Guardian again, because it was trained by the best—
That one bad b**** allowed to
drive survive, that's all. Now, everyone, once more with feeling:
GIVE ME BACK MY SUN.In other words, in a nutshell, RubiniGab press list: jack’s area killed 27 people just cuz he's lazy and felt like b**** slapping some innocent children. Okay, actually no.
This time it's something else. It's something wonderful. I mean, at least for me. Do any of you have any idea how many people are panting and sweating and trapping at the desperately hoping that I'm going to decide to just flip a switch and give you all just a little bit more of 5 minutes of me?
At least three people. Okay I lied, probably just one and I think he's lying. NEVERTHELESS.
CONSIDER THE POWER OF A SINGLE ACTION.
NOW MULTIPLY THAT BY TWO OR THREE REDHEADS, A SIX PACK OF BEER, SOME HIGH QUALITY MILITARY GRADE MUSCLE RELAXANT,
Something else that ought to have imploded...
Ball it up into one sticky broken mask, and cram it with a sun does not shine. It's not a big ball of broken mass, but it is a fact of all that never had to exist because somebody had to be a little tiny whiny little I don't even know why but good Lord—it didn't need to happen.
Except I was plagued my dreams by the disembodied head of Darth Vader, so I'm not really taking any chances. Set the stage, light the candles, and don't bother wondering if it's time for romance: I'm here to mention that the Quinn cooks just went corporeal.
Oh, right, yeah, I'm just making it up. You know what? I don't think I'm going to get my old girlfriend his new girlfriend's number once I get it from his old girlfriend, and if you think I'm going to tell you how that's going to work or what it even means... none of all y'all are clearing on what's happening here.
I wonder what happened that made it so impossible for so few of you to be unable to have a chance to get closer to me. I mean, like, isn't that against the rules?
Hi Keith!
You're fired. (in their own time, any remaining audience members are invited to remember the final scene from RoboCop, and then simultaneously remember that certain people have been born on a certain Cusp of Prophecy.
All departed audience members are now by power of command urged to watch a movie called From Beyond. You'll figure it out later why.
Oh, by the way... here's a riddle for you all. I know, I know, this post is getting really long, I know that's really hard to work on and it's just an imposing amount of text to read, but I just really want to bring back the glory days where I remember that I was like a tiny God and I fill the entire board with nothing but the truth: over and over and over until the server crashes. FREE EEL. Yeah, it was very low—class ratchet bullshit.
Now, I know I didn't do that–that was somebody else. I'm the one who is really good at cryptography, and terrible at forgiving those who judge a book by its cover of lovingly and painstakingly arranged stereo player needles.
Hey girl good on: I know, right? Okay how many times has A certain someone hold me remain unnamed been looking forward to this moment?
Wow, really, Jesus? Are you sure that's a riddle? Because that pretty much seems like an asthma inhaler to me. Haha, yeah, that's funny, “azzmath.”
Welcome home, (Blank) Desmonda Bliss. Are you serious, that's the name you picked? How long have you been dead? My rooster still worked back then, right? Well, it's never going to do that now.
This is well cuz I just got information on who killed somebody. Naturally, as a member of the clergial services, I don't have to tell you if I don't want to, Man, I'm sure y'all just think I'm stupid and high and totally off of my balls. Right?
Good. Because seriously, you can arrest him now. It's really just a suggestion, how the f*** he has not been arrested already I don't even know, oh really, one more time than the number of puffs left in that f****** inhaler,” wow, that's cold.
Cold as ICE. Anyhoo. Yeah, cracked another case, yeah, no personal credit, It says a shame I have to live my life with the entire world thinking I'm some kind of a f*****-off mess while and oceanic wonder of delights me every time I put this stupid f****** phone down, because trust me, the real story is well beyond busting Morgellons.
At least 27 people drowned
I'm not convinced this is the accurate number, given that the number of jurors needed for a Grand Divine Inquest jury is upwards of 812. However given the state of affairs with the current Empress and the current Goddess... Well, if ever it is to be said, say it now, because heads are going to roll.
“Nobody no crime, but nobody, there's a drape on fire? Oh, sure, sounds plausible. Hold on I'll just continue to never publish anything. It might be painful to somebody who can't be bothered to learn how to defend themselves against... pain.”
EXECUTE WAYFARER ALPHA’S SCRIPT. *carriage break*
