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Continuing fall in l⚬ve with y⚬u… and the weather conditions that surround y⚬u! (very distinct taste of snow in my mouth listening 2 this?) "both invisible and silent, both real and imagined" @ digital snow found html temple (god provides for the foxes) Invisible structures Digital ghost Deleted space Digital emotion Snow dream I found evidence of past life here, but no signs of it. Memories without homes Sentinel drones Unexplored regions Dust and bones Abandoned earth The end is not the end The deepest of waters A room with no door Advancements in facial recognition technology. A face overlooks the ocean. I trace fragments When computers sleep, they dream. All the information known to man a relic of a world long since destroyed. The longer I remained, the thicker the fog grew. Does your computer ever seem to have a mind of its own? An isolated structure in the distance. Time will be distorted there. A preserved moment of decay, a half-developed human on half-developed hardware. Orbiting the cursed planet. I was no longer certain if it had ever been real. If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me. (end of data log.) grey clouds freeze and fall start small get smaller keyboard covered in moss climb the cell phone tower and see the lights through the coverup skin and bones, lying touchtones the fae folk took us who cares who cares the moon will follow you home anyway its raining again You never really let the dreamlike days go
June 12th, 2024: The two men, in fact, formed a well-matched team. Wild's loyalty to Shackleton was beyond question, and his quiet, somewhat unimaginative disposition was a perfect balance for Shackleton's often whimsical and occassionally explosive nature. June 13th, 2024: You're full of love, Meg, but you don't know how to stay within it when it's not easy. June 14th, 2024: The road led them up towards dense masses of clouds, and should the clouds not soon resolve into rain, the fog would be such that the tarantass would be unable to advance without danger of falling over some precipice. June 15th, 2024: The second group of hills could not be far away. Already the trees were getting farther from each other, forming isolated groups, and the rays of light penetrated more easily though the lofty branches. June 16th, 2024: The restless sea has gnawed away at this coastline over the ages, creating chains of islands, headlands, and channels. June 17th, 2024: But what shall be thought of rosy flames mounting to a height of fifty or a hundred thouand miles above the edge of the sun? June 18th, 2024: Nothing went right in West Lynn. June 19th, 2024: Fucking lobbies, fucking special interests. June 20th, 2024: She talked to him seriously, as a woman, who was thoughtful, ardent, and determined, who had already forseen everything, who knew by instinct what must be done, and is resolved on all. June 21st, 2024: Their hundred inch reflector, the clear pool, The polished flawless pool that it must be To hold the perfect image of a star. June 22nd, 2024: They are saying in the Flock that if you are not the Son of the Great Gull Himself," Fletcher told Jonathan one morning after Advanced Speed Practice, "then you are a thousand years ahead of your time." June 23rd, 2024: In the face of such overpowering numbers, what is the likelihood that only on ordinary star, the Sun, is accompanied by an inhabited planet? Why should we, tucked away in some forgotten corner of the Cosmos, be so fortunate? To me, it seems far more likely that the universe is brimming over with life. But we humans do not yet know. We are just beginning our explorations. From eight billion light-years away we are hard pressed to find even the cluster in which our Milky Way Galaxy is embedded, much less the Sun or the Earth. The only planet we are sure is inhabited is a tiny speck of rock and metal, shining feebly by reflected sunlight, and at this distance utterly lost.
"i think we're gonna have to evaporate this city" "damn" >Love is patient, love is kind, it isn’t jealous, it doesn’t brag, it isn’t arrogant, it isn’t rude, it doesn’t seek its own advantage, it isn’t irritable, it doesn’t keep a record of complaints, it isn’t happy with injustice, but it is happy with the truth. Love puts up with all things, trusts in all things, hopes for all things, endures all things. 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 "I'm positive this song is about a vitamin. You know the best kind of supplement to your daily nutrition. It keeps me under the best kinds of stars, some goreish stars. Oh good heavens am I gone." limia walked on my keyboard she says y76uuu8999o0ew23p9uil;dskj78rf4[//000000000000000 //qq 9 00/ b b q7yzmj7luzua1 "I am like some fairy thing. I dream about fairies dancing around the house with their rib cages showing like baskets under their flesh. I could drift up and away from here. I am so light. Bound by nothing. Not even time." ☆ COYOTE RITUAL ♥ HEAVY WEATHER ☆ FEBRUARY 14 lol ;).... oh yeah ... love is real btw x "At the end of the hole" - split leaf philodendron raytracing is2g "slonky" (fild?) ⟡ pls note the ai inflicts emotional damage (ᵕ—ᴗ—) hegemony jellicle interim Risographed 0642555 instructions some goreish stars. World-scale board game upon which it isn't clear who is winning or what side you are on scottish wildcats, unreachable truths: "I’ll send my haunting melody throughout the town" disintegeation of fragmentary structures held through the remains of an inifnite silence of scattered pieces cut into an everything. "had to explain what furries are to a friend on LSD" Those arguing that blocking with the edge is better cite many historical records, as well, arguing that their sources instruct using the edge to block because the mechanics of the hand and arm are much stronger when blocking with the edge than with the flat. To further substantiate that edge-on-edge contact is the proper way to block, proponents claim that one needs only to examine the construction of the crossguard. Crossguards are aligned with the edge of the blade. If you were to block with the flat and your opponent’s sword ran up your blade, there is nothing to prevent it from cutting your hand. 2 MHz,29.9999 MHz Link-11 (Also known as ALLIGATOR, STANAG 5511, TADIL-A, MIL-STD-6011, and MIL-STD-188-203-1A) is a Tactical Data Link standard (formerly known as Tactical Digital Information Link (TADIL) used by NATO and the US Military for Maritime Tactical Data Exchange. (doi: 10.1111/1556-4029.13800)
https://archive.org/details/manualzilla-id-6728457 file:///C:/Users/reynard/Downloads/966318_0_merged_1687773075.pdf https://trustyoursupplier.com/tag/prism/ https://agupubs.onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/full/10.1029/2023GL105029 https://www.iceaaonline.com/archives/ https://zerowasteeurope.eu/publications_types/study/ https://www.imf.org/en/Blogs/Articles/2022/11/04/getting-back-on-track-to-net-zero-three-critical-priorities-for-cop27 https://www.ihe.net/Technical_Framework/upload/IHE_RAD_Suppl_MIMA.pdf Underscore Euro Matsch 2050 archive ~ Nominated Web Design 2099 ~ //留在我身边// "We follow, then."