bro what--
what are we doing here, exactly, how can you--anyone be okay with this?
dias does what no mortal can
and his works? are they there?
no, but maybe still despair
I have looked on
the works
that were in
the desert
and which
you were probably
thinking
would still stand
Forgive me
they were trunkless
so vast
and so old
As through winds the trav'ling man he
Spied the face of Ozymandy
Lying, simply lying there
Suddenly there was some writing
Pon the plinth that he was sighting
That the sand and time were blighting
Quoth the statue, "Now despair"
dias does what no mortal can
and his works? are they there?
no, but maybe still despair
Half of them in my document admonish me to remove the closing quotation mark—and only the closing one—from dialogue.
Half of them in my document admonish me to remove the closing quotation mark—and only the closing one—from dialogue.
Ben Takes Five Out of the Drier, Puts Them in the Hamper, and Puts the Hamper on His Bed
Led Montgolfière
9,999 Maniacs
Ben Takes Five Out of the Drier, Puts Them in the Hamper, and Puts the Hamper on His Bed
VILLAGER: We *did* do the nose.
CHOTINER: The nose?
VILLAGER: And the hat.
VILLAGER: Oh, but she’s a witch!
🧙♀️
VILLAGER: We *did* do the nose.
CHOTINER: The nose?
VILLAGER: And the hat.
VILLAGER: Oh, but she’s a witch!
🧙♀️
A Tribe Called Rehnquist
William Henry Moody Blues
Byron White Stripes
A Tribe Called Rehnquist
Friend Request with Rama
Friend Request with Rama
Not this
Not this
Visitors could carefully enter their skills and their interests—and irrespective of any of that it just told them “Peasant.”
Visitors could carefully enter their skills and their interests—and irrespective of any of that it just told them “Peasant.”
Bens Fold Five
String of Pearls Jam
Garbage Fire
Bens Fold Five
“Debbie?” Wallace asks.
“No, Wally,” answers a man’s voice. The figure steps into the light of the doorway. It’s Andy Warhol.
“I’m here to talk to you,” he says, “about absolutely nothing.”
“Debbie?” Wallace asks.
“No, Wally,” answers a man’s voice. The figure steps into the light of the doorway. It’s Andy Warhol.
“I’m here to talk to you,” he says, “about absolutely nothing.”
“Debbie?” Wallace asks.
“No, Wally,” answers a man’s voice. The figure steps into the light of the doorway. It’s Andy Warhol.
“I’m here to talk to you,” he says, “about absolutely nothing.”
“Debbie?” Wallace asks.
“No, Wally,” answers a man’s voice. The figure steps into the light of the doorway. It’s Andy Warhol.
“I’m here to talk to you,” he says, “about absolutely nothing.”