It may be more obvious this time around, but wasn't this job always about brand?
He was a pretty good teacher, but he's also batshit insane and smells like ferret pee.
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So, town has a kkk problem again. Jerks burning crosses. Co-worker is blaming Sanders and Obama because socialism.
I THINK YOU COULD PULL THIS ONE OFF ROGER
It was more a warning label, I think. Or one of those waivers at the end of drug commercials on teevee. Incontinenence and feelings of worthlessness may occur. Contact your doctor if you start bleeding out of your penis.
When discussing "Reality,"
the Professor and the Poet
speak loftily about how things are figments.
Matter is made up mostly of empty space;
We only perceive sensations;
Everything could be a hallucination.
The wise spags heft a barstool,
feel solid wood in their hands,
and with a simple application of F=ma
refute their arguments.
Ok, I think this helps.
It all started pleasantly enough. Yesterday, the shadow grew again. Strange shapes blackened the sky. The walls kept changing color. There’s something outside the window. Her eyes widened in anticipation. It was an insular community. We thought they were dead. But they were dead, yesterday… There wasn’t time to scream.
The sun didn’t rise today. No one sees color here. They don’t remember the difference. It is inside the house. That night, I wasn’t alone. A voice said, “You die”. There shouldn’t be visitors tonight. Didn’t I lock this door?
I spoke into the silence. “I’m not usually like this. I can’t feel my legs.”
She said, “I got this.” She had too many teeth. Time slowed to a stop. “This won’t hurt a bit.” The anesthesia didn’t quite work. The scab came off again. It had been an eye. Below, rows of sharp teeth. I think those are teeth. “It’s curable, for a price.”
My voice seemed far away. “I can’t find the baby. I have these horrible urges.”
“They know, they just don’t care.” Her eyes followed the wound. “This isn’t my real face.”
But there was no face…