Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.
Who makes the porn bots.
Where do they come from. What do
they hope to achieve.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.
do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?
My voice repeats what
you all say: I love you I
love you I love you.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Heartbreaking, angsty thought that’s going to really hurt the characters in The Fic but that’s meta enough to share here as well: the Great War ended with the Fall, and after the Fall, there are ten million demons and ten million angels. The Fall divided their numbers exactly by two.
Now, I’m convinced anyway that the Fall, like the Flood, was a blanket approach to punishment and nobody verified who did enough of the bad things to “deserve” Hell. It’s not about individual goodness/badness, or any ethical standards. Sandalphon enjoys smiting entire cities and stays an angel, Gabriel is as happy to burn Aziraphale as Hastur would be, Metatron thinks a multi-nation nuclear exchange is a perfectly good idea, while Crowley balks at violence towards innocents and drinks himself into a stupor over witnessing the Spanish Inquisition, but he Fell for asking questions, or maybe for hanging out with the wrong crowd? Crowley doesn’t know. And I’m here thinking probably nobody knows, because the Fall wasn’t so much about singling out the ones deserving punishment.
It was about creating sides.
The Great Plan, God’s Ineffable Game, requires sides. There have to be two sides, and they have to be two opposing sides, because they’re like the game pieces on a chess board. You don’t get to sort them into a spectrum of goodness/badness. You cannot have grey characters. They have to fit into one of the boxes, good or evil, and once they’re sorted, they are stuck in their box. Because you won’t be resorting them later, once they’re tipped in dye, they’re either black or white, and you can’t start resorting them again anyway, because the Game depends on your two sides having the same number of playing pieces.
The Fall was that sorting. Need to make two equally strong sides, so you have to dye as many angels black as white.
Maybe in the beginning it was a sorting based on moral alignment. Or maybe it was a random picking up of angels and tossing them into boxes from the start. But especially towards the end, you probably run out of good reasons to sort them into any box. Some of them aren’t obviously black or white. So the reasoning for Felling them, or keeping them in Heaven, gets increasingly flimsy and fabricated. “Oh, this one? He’s, um, very enthusiastic about the company theme?” “That one? Come on, the constant questions are bloody annoying.”
The Fall isn’t about anyone’s being good or bad. It’s chucking people into premade boxes, and especially if they don’t fit, you just sort them into a random box.
And at the very end of the sorting process? Maybe your Heaven box is already full? Well, I guess the rest go into the Hell box then. Can’t be helped. Gotta create even numbers. Game won’t work right otherwise.
Ten million on each side. Off into the sulphur pool you go, Crowley.
Ten million on each
side. Off into the sulphur
pool you go, Crowley.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.
Who makes the porn bots.
Where do they come from. What do
they hope to achieve.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.
do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?
My voice repeats what
you all say: I love you I
love you I love you.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
This. This is the first time. The only time. That it was not an echo. It was not found. Oh god.
Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.
Who makes the porn bots.
Where do they come from. What do
they hope to achieve.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.
do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?
My voice repeats what
you all say: I love you I
love you I love you.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
This. This is the first time. The only time. That it was not an echo. It was not found. Oh god.
Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.
Who makes the porn bots.
Where do they come from. What do
they hope to achieve.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.
do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?
My voice repeats what
you all say: I love you I
love you I love you.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
i’ve been really busy lately, and haven’t had much time or energy to post, but i’d also love to keep the blog active and expand the club further.
your role as a mod would essentially consist of reblogging your favorite and most iconic haiku bot posts and other haiku content, as well as answering asks, messages, and replies if i am unavailable. i’d love the help in expanding the haiku bot fan club into a flourishing community of haiku bot fans, poetry fans, and random tumblr content fans at large.
i’m looking for people who’re willing to reblog a few posts per day, are chill, have a sense of humor (which i assume you do if you’re on here at all), and are interested in the project.
please message @haikubotfanclub if you’re interested! i’d love to have you!!!
Sometimes you just remember that the end credits of the series finale of Gravity Falls confirmed that Dipper Clones 3 and 4 are just living out in the woods despite melting if they come in contact with water.
Look at them! They’re so fragile! They could die if there’s a strong gust of wind!
Look at them! They’re so
fragile! They could die if there’s
a strong gust of wind!
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Garlic - think “what’s a lot of garlic?” double that amount, minced
1 bunch kale - stem removed, tear it up (can be larger than “bite sized pieces”, as they will wilt)
1 cup heavy whipping cream
Seasoning - I do not measure these and I never will. Season to taste. (Paprika, Salt, Pepper, Oregano, Bay Leaves, Cayenne, Cumin)
Instructions
In a large soup pot, brown the sausage and break apart/crumble as it cooks. Throw the onion and spices in there, mix that all up and cook till the sausage is cooked thoroughly. Add minced garlic, cook for 1-2 min.
Add chicken stock and potatoes. Bring to a boil, stirring occasionally. I let it simmer for about 15 min, longer (maybe 25-30?) if you want the potatoes to break down more and create a chowdery texture.
Add the kale. Stir it in until wilted and doesn’t seem like too much kale anymore. Maybe 2-3 min.
Turn off the stove. Add heavy cream a little at a time while stirring it in.
Serve and top it off as you see fit. I like shredded parmesan and red pepper flakes
One of my favorite soups! I saw the first panel and I ingredient went ZUPPA!
I usually substitute half-and-half, instead of heavy cream. (That’s how mom made it. I might try the cream next time.) Spinach is a good substitute for the kale.
Also, most other versions of this have bacon, but YMMV.
Also, most other
versions of this have bacon,
but YMMV.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.
Who makes the porn bots.
Where do they come from. What do
they hope to achieve.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.
do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?
My voice repeats what
you all say: I love you I
love you I love you.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
This. This is the first time. The only time. That it was not an echo. It was not found. Oh god.
a month ago i picked up a book on stage directing in my school’s black box and opened to a random page and it was something about making shakespearean actors rehearse by adding the word fuck to their lines to turn the archaic language into something familiar for the emotional resonance (of course taking it out as rehearsals move along to fix rhythm/etc but just to start off) and the example it gave was the solid flesh speech. like. iirc it was specifically “but two fucking months dead”
and like. im obsessed with this. as a concept. not even for acting i just think it’s so fucking funny. to be or not to be, that’s the fucking question. is this a fucking dagger i see before me. this is the excellent fuckery of the world -
What fucking fire is in mine ears? Here is my fucking butt.
“Press not a falling man too fucking far!” - Lord Chamberlain,Henry VIII, Act 3 scene 2
One of my absolute favourite things in the world is a ‘fuck run’. If the energy is too low, or the intensity is dropping the director might ask you to run a scene, or sometimes even the whole play, and insert ‘fuck’ or any of its derivatives wherever you feel the urge to. I have never experienced anything so quickly and ferociously liven a scene. It’s like a defibrillator.
Once did the last half of Oedipus Rex as a ‘fuck run’ leading to such incredible double entendres as: ‘Oedipus, son, dear child, who motherfucking bore you’.
Other highlights from times I’ve either taken part or seen a fuck run:
“I would eat his heart in the fucking marketplace” ”I have, of late, though wherefore I know the fuck not, lost all my motherfucking mirth.” “Your royal father’s fucking murdered.” “Fuckfuckfuck. O, by fucking who?” ”Gentlemen, remember that I am a fucking ass” ”Why the fuck did you bring these fucking daggers from the place? They must lie fucking there! Fuck! Go fucking carry them, and smear the sleepy grooms with fucking blood” “Screw your courage the FUCKING sticking place and we’ll not fail”
Other highlights from
times I’ve either taken part
or seen a fuck run:
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
I am not a little girl, I understand that when Biggie Smalls said “they dont call me Big for nothing” he meant his penis. But when Hunnid-P, appearing as Knuckles on the Sonic Adventure 2 soundtrack, said “they don’t call me Knuckles for nothing”… what did he mean?
he meant it’s only as long as your knuckle. and theres 4 of them
he meant it’s only
as long as your knuckle. and
theres 4 of them
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the twitter communists currently are getting mad because some random undergrads made an edible burrito tape bc they should instead be doing medical research
i had to work hard to make sure the similarly corrosive take of “only few people in the world make their own food” also fit in the screenshot
lest y’all think i was making up a conversation that wasn’t in the op the comments are all like this
btw the vaccine in question is a cancer treatment (ie. not a preventative/immunization) similar to another one already also used in the US and is currently undergoing clinical trials in the US.
Okay, but also the tape is getting glossed over a lot. Seriously, food safe tape could be revolutionary for people with poor mobility/one hand or any other kind of disabilities that don’t have the ability to hold something closed while they eat it. This is really beneficial to a lot of people and pretending it isn’t simply because it doesn’t cure cancer is pretty stupid.
“This thing could make life a little easier for disabled people!”
“So what? It doesn’t cure cancer. Dipshit.”
“This thing could make life
a little easier for
disabled people!”
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All the weird misinterpretations and revisions of Russian history aside, Anastasia is one of my favourite movies because its plot structure is so fucking weird
It’s a period piece romance. That’s cool, that’s all well and good, except that on the sidelines there’s an undead warlock who’s trying so hard to kill the protagonist, but all in ways that the protagonist either doesn’t notice or doesn’t accept as supernatural
And it isn’t a twist! The audience knows about the warlock! The warlock has a villain song! The warlock is one of the principal characters! But the protagonist spends 95% of the movie completely unaware of the warlock, and just spends the entirety of the movie doing period piece romance things while being repeatedly inconvenienced by the warlock until the climax, when the protagonist has to very suddenly
Acknowledge the existence of the warlock
Acknowledge the existence of the supernatural
See some real-ass goddamn magic
Kill the warlock
I have never seen a movie with a plot structure like this before, and I don’t think I’ll see one like it ever again. It’s like an adaptation of Pride and Prejudice that turns Lady Catherine into a vampire who’s just repeatedly trying to drink Lizzy’s blood, but Lizzy doesn’t even notice until the climax whereupon she stuffs Lady Catherine’s mouth with garlic and cuts off her head (an adaptation I would kill to see, by the way). There are two completely different genres playing out at the same time, and one of them is trying to kill the other
Anyways that’s why the stage musical is bad, thank you and good night
Anyways that’s why
the stage musical is bad,
thank you and good night
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