DaveTLV @Surasanji@social.cleverlibre.org

@johnrandom@cryptids.online Recursive Orbiness.

@root You got this.

@soft @Ophillous Answer the question, Soft! We must know the secrets!

@soft I like that I can see reflections of your phone's screen in your glasses. Selfies within Selfies! Recursive Cute-Funny-Face!

@spookcentral@cryptids.online How are you today, CJ?

@Ophillous Bees, I'm sorry to report, someone has stolen your royal jelly sandwich out of the office fridge.

I think it was that honey-mad bear, Poohbins.

Kind of fucky that 'old Jewish Money controlling the government' is still a thing in 2019.

Ooooh. That's some antisemitism there from a congressperson. Not a good showing for Ms. Omar.

@freemo Between US and Israeli politics my desire to figure out a way to live off grid with free internet in a cabin in the middle of no where grows daily. If I'm going to watch the world crumble, it might as well be in solitude.

A mountain lake with lots of fish, free flowing water (For a hydro-electric solution) pump/clean spring.

Bonuses: Hot springs nearby, green house for growing vegetables year round.

@metapsyche Well, she could be a cat running some kind of hacked dog software.

So, got my cat like $200 USD in new toys, cat tree, and all the rest in this attempt to stop her from chewing on things that might hurt her.

She, instead, chewed through the cord of my headphones.

Thank you, tiny destroyer. You're lucky I love your fuzzy butt so much.

Luckily, I can change the cord very easily on these and I have two back ups at home- but still. Very frustrating.

@freemo

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tries to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

- Pablo Neruda

This one is my favorite Neruda poem. Fantastic poet.

@SquidPresident@cryptids.online *slides a tambourine over to Squid.*

@InvaderXan Some kinda desert sand coral.

@muppetbutler@cryptids.online @realtoddhoward No, this is relevant to my interests. Please explain that amazing hordgeheg penix.

You ever think about Superman getting a prostate exam and blastin' rope so hard he shatters the doctor's finger and decapitates a nurse in the next room with the world's most powerful pearl necklace?

It haunts me.