Getting hit by a plane probably feels good as fuuuucck if you’re a pentagon

There’s snow on the ground again. My death yet looms.

Yeah, I should have specified that these are lines meant to deal damage to people if I ever start drunkenly rambling at them

This user’s butchered attempts at a personal version of dracula flow. He should probably jump off a bridge for their inadequacy.

chat, are these anything?

I should have been born into a film noir

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You came to mind as I typed it out

cowering all by yourself handsome?

Returning to the scene of the crime>>>

being stretched upon a rack would fix me

unfortunately the particular shade of red on his flag is one of my favourite colours

A horrified zolly shot would fix me

The lion does not concern himself with dividend reinvestments

Drinking enough milk to make my gut bacteria measure their history in antediluvian epochs

me when I’m a guard clocking into his shift at the conciergerie

New vocal stim: adding “And that’s dialectic” to the end of my claims.

The lion does not concern himself with the use of ‘the lion’ as intermediary step to distance oneself from a thought so that it may be viewed with irony rather than authentically engaging with the world around them

But when that stops you start getting a lot of undue respect for your mental abilities, which is nice

Wore the pants that people compliment and got complimented. Unfortunately these are merely instances of conjunction and no insight can be gained into causality.

I’m not on any meds but if I was, I’d be off them.

This post has been #peerreviewed.

the monkey’s paw keeps flipping me off when no one else is looking

forced to defend someone who is annoying from someone whonis wrong. many such cases.

kicking my feet and giggling because I get to think of new puzzles and mysteries for an acquaintance who might try getting to know me. Deciding on what pieces of information I drop like a trail of breadcrumbs to lure them into my maze and abandon them in the walls

infirmus qui moribit also works if you want to emphasize the guy’s weakness

“Vir qui fatis emoriet” or “homonculus qui moribit” are my best translations. Haven’t touch latin in a bit but I think they capture the image

this dataset has 6000 rows and enough dummy variables to stuff a strawman with. There is no god—There’s only Ozgur Kayaalp and the harvard dataverse.

something between lugubriousness, apoplectic, and saturnine,

The maple bugs are waging psychological warfare against me

I would be so good at getting sacrificed upon an altar. Not for sins or anything just aesthetically

They should make antifreeze even tastier