Ok. Now I really feel decrepit.
If someone posted some really valuable stuff, that stuff would be safe in one or more of my local drives. If really really valuable, it would be printed and stored safely.
It’s the mindset that is wrong. The internet is a cauldron of informations. Nothing escapes the boiling soup, but not everything keeps surfacing.
This image conjures up some dark themes. I wonder if I switched up the colors, would visions change?
Just don’t paint my knight in pink.
Greedcoiners LOL
Io non pongo limiti sul dopo vita. Certo nutro delle speranze e quelle speranze creano una forma di morale nel mio modo di essere.
Tornando allo scientismo, ridurre tutto al reale tangibile e misurabile è il cancro della nostra epoca.
Il dramma è la sostituzione del trascendente con il reale. Nulla contiene più alcuna promessa. Tutto si risolve in ciò che vedi e tocchi e tutto ritorna a ciò che vedi e tocchi.
Il trionfo dell’osceno.
A spy manages to steal the last 50MB of the lisp program that controls the launch of USA ballistic missiles.
Luckily it was just closing parentheses!
Ahahahaha!!! Yes!
Tournaments and wars were so much fun for them.
(Nothing changed 😁)

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Now, anon, I want you to gaze deep into the blots.
It’s a medieval rider wearing tournament armor. Not sure if the blood is his own or his opponent’s. Probably an accident with the lance.
Pity they cut off his head in the picture…
Maybe we all should step down the ladder of our imaginary expectations.
It’s so strange we don’t record and keep for eternity all the conversations we have in real life.
I personally don’t care if tomorrow all my stuff here vanishes. The ones who appreciated my deranged notes maybe will remember.
In the end it would be much much better for the notes to disappear after few days or months.