any !*^$#%n herb smokers left in these ruins?

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Finally walking well enough to risk the evil dark. It's hotter than a Cabbage Patch doll in the 80's, and my air conditioning requires hallucinogens to function ontologically.

No excuse to not have this thus far.

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Irony tells me to wait 10 minutes.

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[Ivan Machina]

machina: Their high expectations and sharp analytical skills make them natural critics. While they do not always mean to hurt people, their blunt words and constant corrections can come across as harsh sometimes. Their perfectionist tendencies can also lead them to miss out on good opportunities.

ex nihilo: nevermind

Comrade, you called me?

я принял героическую дозу

 

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Still having issues with these hooligan pylons loitering in the parking lot. Same gang that attacked me some 5 weeks ago. Just last night I'd cornered one, snagged it, and tossed it a good distance over the fence and off the property. That sentry has already been replaced and there are more of them. Attack of the killer pylons.

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Comrade, you called me?

я принял героическую дозу

You'll have to take it up with my management team if I'm imposing on intellectual property.

Psilocybin, I presume?
Tempting to argue such terminology belongs exclusively there, but there is a certain amount of bravery required for pushing the limits of anything.

Would love to hear description of plus or minus involved. No regrets, I imagine.
Cheers!

 

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Ever look at the clock and think to yourself, fuck Bobby Orr? Me neither. Once. My body signaled to get up but then my clock added, ha ha, mofo, its only 4:44am!

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The clock is laughing in my face
Thrilled to tears that the lyrics provided such consilience. That was an E.O. Wilson term, wasn't it? I used to know a whole lot of nothing at all but I can't remember. Progress.

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-uncredited (here) duo with Jackson Browne, barring misinformation from my source or I

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Coffee sounds harsh in this morning's heatwave, and I don't even think that Cream's nursery rhyme lullaby can lull me back to sleep. Might head outside for some fresh pollution if these tunes don't (please) kill me.