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is this real?! this has to be fake
January 23, 2026 at 2:28 AM
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like blowhards gonna blow hard
January 23, 2026 at 2:23 AM
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January 23, 2026 at 1:16 AM
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:)
January 23, 2026 at 12:47 AM
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you can seem him learning like in the last round he t try it’d to block you :)
January 23, 2026 at 12:42 AM
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bit by bit

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Along smooth asphalt unblemished yet by the ritual processions speeding through the once forested hills On their way to sterile monasteries And gridded office parks indifferent to any ornament Roads yet pummelled by ragged winters shifting ice heave hoeing dirt and rock under the compressed and polished black glideways Harnessed by precise white and yellow strips of paint and grassy mounds between opposing streams of traffic Past the steepled church like a staid wedding cake The lit up baseball diamond Down cul-de-sacs and lanes with the other pale faces Ceaseless travelers in perpetual return Darkened by newborn hairs crawling their jaws and lips Climbing blades of sunday mowed grass returning To the new house where she waited With unredactable question marks punctuating her face Nub of an eraser stub worn down by his book of blank pages Until she stopped asking to read them And jagged brittle pink bits of her scattered The thick pearl colored carpets Where even there the asks of her did not relent from rousing her in the quiet center of night With sticky hands and shrieking loud mouths That twisted and tore and bit and sucked Trampled and stomped and cried and accused
January 22, 2026 at 12:42 PM
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every time
January 21, 2026 at 6:34 PM
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unsurely but slowly

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Rousing her even in the quiet center of night With their with incessant urgencies The house and its creatures With their sticky hands and shrieking loud mouths That twisted and tore and bit and sucked Trampled and stomped and cried and accused Desperately clung to inconsequence and the sting of sibling slight Calling to her remedial authority So she could enact justice and kiss the wounds And of the one silent and illusive The father He was as ever invisibly at watch His aftershave linger all day in the air The threatening pound of a car door clunk When daddy gets home The house and its creatures and their comforts The house and its creatures in a storm of devices Asking her with high strung rings and rattles Whirs and clicks and hums They flamed and laundered and stirred and mixed and beat Spoke and sung the laws of desire and distaste She was servant to their bells and jingles There was no safety from its interruptions Never alone never true quiet Even when she had finally loosed them all from the newly painted white door behind the crisp lawn The children swallowed up by the yellow bus And the man who was a stranger motored away to do things he wouldn’t say
January 21, 2026 at 1:25 PM
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Yeah that speech is wild
January 21, 2026 at 2:12 AM
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which is honestly a hard job that requires a lot of patience physical stamina and coordination
January 20, 2026 at 9:00 PM
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Rousing her in the quiet center of night with their with incessant urgencies The house and its creatures With their sticky hands and shrieking loud mouths That twisted and tore and bit and sucked Trampled and stomped and cried and accused Desperately clung to inconsequence and the sting of sibling slights Calling to her remedial authority So she could enact justice Kiss the wounds And of the one silent and illusive The father He was as ever invisibly at watch His aftershave linger all day in the air The threatening pound of a car door clunk When daddy gets home The house and its creatures and their comforts The house and its creatures in a storm of devices Asking her with high strung rings and rattles Whirs and clicks and hums They flamed and laundered and stirred and mixed and beat Spoke and sung the laws of desire and distaste She was servant to their bells and jingles There was no safety from its interruptions Never alone never true quiet Even when she had finally loosed them all from the newly painted white door behind the crisp lawn The children swallowed up by the yellow bus And the man who was a stranger motored away to do things he couldn't say The phone continued its demands His mother calling His sister calling The rotary club
January 20, 2026 at 2:09 PM
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When things are not working as I expect I just tell it my IDE setup and say “instead of trying to generate code walk me through step by step how to use the debugger to find the problem”. This works quite well
January 20, 2026 at 3:33 AM
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And all the while between their lips the man who listened Who felt a rush of heat and disgust at their grunting crescendos A stranger who vibrated with each filament of their tangled intertwining currents Perched in the core of his menagerie as he monitored the secret thresholds Of the states porous emotional borders Until his shift was up And it was time to return home Harnessed by precise white and yellow strips of paint and grassy mounds between opposing streams of traffic Along smooth asphalt unblemished yet by the seasons of ritual processions to sterile monasteries Ragged winter ice and the heave hoeing dirt and rock underneath the compressed and polished black glide-ways Past the sharp steepled church like a staid wedding cake The lit–up baseball diamond In a perpetual returning home Down the cul-de-sac with the other blank faces darkened by incremental hairs crawl of shadow over the hours of the day Returning to the new house where she waited With question marks on her face he could never redact Still His blank page of a face had worn her down to a nubby stub of eraser Jagged and brittle Flaking bits of her scattered across the pale carpet and walls She stopped asking
January 18, 2026 at 11:17 AM