he's Khenough!
culpritus
joined 3 years ago
The realization of this was one of the things that started my journey of radicalization. When file sharing was recuperated into paid services (iTunes, Spotify, etc), it really made some things clear to me. I didn't have the theory knowledge yet to contextualize it, but it made me very hungry for explanations.
spoiler
It brings to mind someone about to hang themselves for me due to the single foot on the stool. That's the implication that registers first at least.
Now I want to do a soy milk tasting of all these varieties.
Doing aesthetics ironically on purpose. Camp celebrates the products of alienated labor for their whimsical aesthetics in the juxtaposition of commodities. Ready-made dadaism meets mass collectibles.
Synthesis: okra
It's got the hexagon, it's got slime, it's got that velvety bean texture.
we've reached DEFCUM 0
Beanis the meanis
lmao, driverless cars that can't even coordinate parking, do a zipper merge, honking and flashing each other, etc
these cars have learned how to drive just like humans alright
Based on the vibes I want to say yes. For a registered Republican and Ukraine supporter, it seems a pretty safe bet. 
Is there anyway to spotlight this division within the right?
Cmon Jack it’s your time to disappear into a Blue MAGA ghost
Help us Genocide Joe, you're our only hope!
At least Obi-wan knew when it was time to drop out of a fight and let the next generation take over.
If you want to know what power feels like, try to get yourself driven around in a motorcade. Flashing police chaperone lights form a perimeter as you blaze down an empty highway, waiting cars backed up on entry ramps as you pass. It’s as if the world is holding its breath. For you. Also, rules don’t apply: On a cool spring day, driving down suburban Minneapolis side streets, we run red lights and whip round curves so fast I can barely take in the commonplace American view. Tract housing, big box stores, churches, office parks, semi-industrial no-man’s-land. Finally, we arrive at our destination, Nine Mile Brewing, in Bloomington, Minnesota. “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go,” commands someone—a Secret Service agent, maybe—as the motorcade pulls into a loading dock. Politics, I will come to discover in the next few days, involves a lot of backstage spaces: service entrances, freight elevators, places where Very Important People can slip in and out of events unnoticed. Politics also involves a lot of comically fast walking—to wit, at Nine Mile, an entourage of 30 or so are noisily hustling to follow a trim, blond woman in a pristine white suit as she strides nonchalantly past clanging, gurgling brewing vats, aiming for a back office. This is my first glimpse of first lady Dr. Jill Biden: Exiting the sealed chamber of power into the middle of America, a vision of calm amid utter cacophony.
showing anyone that is paying attention the truth of America's Exceptionalism
Schwalbe tires have all these different personas in how they are named. One of the best is the 'Thunder Burt'. 'Rocket Ron' is also funny. 'Johnny Watts' is meant for e-bikes. 'Racing Ralph' is funnier than intended.
Looking thru them, 'Tacky Chan' seems new.
Not sure what 'Hans Dampf' is about.