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Yes, because I have eyeballs that work ๐ (39)
Darn, if this is what women find attractive then I'm doomed. (-8)
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He's sooo insanely cute but his personality is what makes him one of kind ๐ซถ (22)
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Dunno, but whenever I see him I want to steal his style so bad. This man has DRIP (13)
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Biggest Lolcow: /u/Dry-Childhood5599
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Iโve seen others post about this. So I tried it myself - YES itโs real, BAPHOMET
— Jimmy Corsetti (@BrightInsight6) May 15, 2024
Mirror one of the images, and piece them together. Look closely
Then also flip that image upside down, look closely
Then also piece together on opposite sides, and look
0.00% this is coincidence pic.twitter.com/vWOpy7vU2x
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Sources say Francis Ford Coppola is looking for a distributor that will release โMegalopolisโ in the fourth quarter of 2024, where it will mount an awards-season campaign. A24 or another awards-savvy distributor are seen as ideal fits. https://t.co/OSgHihwUVi
— Variety (@Variety) May 15, 2024
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NPR talked about it
https://www.npr.org/2024/05/14/1250912188/honor-levy-my-first-book-short-stories-review
Here's a choice excerpt I randomly scrolled to in the epub
He felt like he was dying, smothered by xenoestrogenic alienation, forced domestication, a lowering of testosterone, depopulation, doom, the sun setting for the last time ever, a great ugliness, the end of history flashing before his eyes. Withered Wojak. Pink Wojak with bleeding eyes. </3. Cope or rope. He felt western civilization falling and bile rising in his throat, a microwaved McFlurry of remorse and half-digested animal proteins. He felt himself falling out of love. Falling to his knees in a Walmart. A poison arrow in his chest. MRNA mode. Blood of the Lernaean Hydra mode. Ow. Wow. Passions inflamed the middle layer of his heart's wall. Myocarditis. Oneitis. It's So Over, said his sinking swollen heart. The drywall called out to his fists. He punched the keyboard instead, kjbvkdesvdsbjvjkwbdvb jkldesblkdf. . . . Why would you ask that??? Ur a dumb slut . . . Just another whore. . . . . . . . . No. . . . . . No. . . . . . I said I wanted a tradwife not a tard wife . . . roastie . . . whore . . . I hate you . . . I hate you I hate you. Just before he hit send, it hit him, something sent from the beyond, a burning white light, a growing echo of music, the opening notes of MGMT's โLittle Dark Age.โ And then it began: images flashing, hyperspeed through his mind, the Intertwined Lovers of Valdaro skeletons in their Neolithic tomb, huddled face-to-face with their arms and legs intertwined in an eternal embrace, Orpheus and Eurydice in the underworld, every pair of lovers ever intertwined in eternal embrace, Odysseus and Penelope, Eloise and Abelard, Adam and Eve, Bella and Edward. At ever-accelerating nightcore speed, he saw nights and days, battles and births, blood, so much blood, beating hearts, cells dividing, code being written, oceans rising, blooming flowers, dying crops, the great flood, continental drift, the universe expanding, poetry, pain, the big bang, empires rising and falling, the birth of his ancestors, the death of his great-great-great-great-great-grandchildren, all of the ends and the beginnings beginning and ending and beginning and ending and beginning and ending infinitely. He saw what Life is, and what Death signifies, and why Love is stronger than both. He saw a loop, a shining circle. He saw the way forward as he looked back. He hit the backspace button as he RETVRNed from this infinite space to his body, to his bedroom, to now. He understood now. No no i want you, he replied. Sorry for the late reply I was away from my keyboard. It wasn't a lie. He had been somewhere else. He wanted to reach through the black glass, through all the 0s and 1s, through the mess of wires under the ocean, through the cloud, to grab her, take her in his big gym arms and hold her, be one. He wanted her now as she was: messy and pure, bone of his bones, flesh of his flesh, this thing to be called woman. He'd reach through the wall before she hit it. He had to. It was a love story, it all was, everything is, and always has been.
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I've had a pervasive feeling my entire life that something is deeply, badly wrong. Never been able to pin it down, but it's there. What about you?
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Little punk drives through restaurant after they refused to serve him wings at closing timeโฆ pic.twitter.com/65p8uK4yUI
— Fight Mate (@FightMate) May 15, 2024
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Dont they know the election couldnt have been stolen and was literally saved in good faith?
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- DickButtKiss : James and the Giant REACH
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