http://www.action.act.gov.au/building_a_better_service_proposed_table.cfm
goodnight sweet 35, how we loved thee dearly.
http://www.action.act.gov.au/building_a_better_service_proposed_table.cfm
goodnight sweet 35, how we loved thee dearly.
Humans (and most things biological) are made mostly of carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, etc. (even gold. There’s some gold in us. All of us). You put two and two together. Sometime, somewhere, a star exploded and the little bits that got blasted away came to be you and me. We once were stars.
talk about flogging a dead horse
Finished ‘Potter’? Rowling tells what happens next Exclusive: Author gives details on events after the book’s final epilogue
Stop your sobbing! More Potter to come J.K. Rowling tells TODAY she will write an ‘encyclopedia’ on characters
umm it hasn’t even been a WEEK.
zen and the art of data directed program design
Nice little program.
We thought about its structure.
I feel satisfied.
More subjects should provide lecture notes in Haiku form
bonus:
Your file was so big.
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
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You were born inside of a raindrop
And I watched you falling to your death
And the sun, well, she could not save you
She’s falling down too, the streets are wet
Body of water, toxic and timeless
Demeter Fragrance Library, Inc.
They make nice smelling stuff (cologne, shower gel, candles etc.)… AND THE WEIRDEST SMELLING STUFF EVER.
I mean Jasmine, Apple Pie, Mango… those are smells. But Play-Dough? Christmas Tree? Grass? Glue? Raspberry Jam? EARTHWORM? WHO WANTS TO SMELL LIKE AN EARTH WORM? PROBABLY THE SAME PEOPLE WHO SMELL LIKE DIRT! LAUNDROMAT TURPENTINE?!?!?!?!
I was pleased that some of them are named after drinks (Between the Sheets, Sex on the Beach, *fuzzy navel*)
But yes. Rain sounds good ![]()
Are all good modern works of literature satire, dystopia or both?
i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix;
angel-headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection
to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night.
You are not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the content of your wallets. You are not your fuckin’ Khaki’s. You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. We are all a part of the same compost heap.
We’re not our skin of grime, we’re not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we’re all golden sunflowers inside, blessed by our own seed & hairy naked accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset…
I think Marten needs to see a doctor. He appears to have AN OIL SLICK COMING OUT OF HIS PANTS.
nerdXcore squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
google. coming here. to talk to us.
excuse me
edit: Got my invite - “5.30 – 6pm (Refreshments, Meet Google engineers, End)”