Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)


21:14 <chris2> how to notice you spend too much time before the computer: the sheet of paper you put your optical mouse on has a hole
21:15 <shevegen> omg
21:15 <shevegen> my optimouse is on a wooden table :P

“Wow. You’re putting your firmware under the BSD licence??“—Sure. We can always make money by selling the chip, you know. — Lin Rongrong opens PA168. I love the additude.

Used to be the now gone tracystanley/11817080.

I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like
— Queen, Bicycle Race

17:41 * Pistos gives up on rails, having hit too many brick walls.

Used to be the now gone beautifulamnesia/11816746.

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there’s someone there, other times it’s only me.
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.
— Bob Dylan, Every Grain of Sand

Beauty is evil
Immaculate evil, don’t you think?
But I’m mopping up stains from a blood transfusion,
Stumbling in the neon groves.
— Adam Green, He’s The Brat