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Your skeleton has around 25,000 calories.

Somehow makes the modern use of the word pussy both more and less annoying

"Do not go gentle into that good night" is a poem in the form of a villanelle by Welsh poet Dylan Thomas (1914–1953). Though first published in the journal Botteghe Oscure in 1951, Thomas wrote the poem in 1947 while visiting Florence with his family.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

I’m an alpha male I tell myself before nervously answering a phone call from my dentist

Sometimes I listen to 20 minutes of a VC Tech Bro podcast just to wonder what I would be like if I had that much irrational certainty (and ketamine.)

For some reason I thought Russia and China would have figured out water by now but I double checked and map is mapping. How sad :(