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>>13096390Literal funko pops for weebshits
***FIGNEWTON GUIDE***>>1. be nice to other posters, because as le pink grill says "this is nice board">>2. try to use more privileged, nicer words such as-f*g >>> -figf*ck >>> fugsh*tposting >>> funpostingret*rd>> funny mantroll >>> master rusemanlol >>> lel//topkek/kek/lolenewf*g >>> fig newton>>3. if a person uses green text>like thisalways respond to them with "who are you quoting" as it is important to know the source of green text quotesComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
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smoked flube and slept all day again today
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mmm.. flube time, dont u think?Your fortune: Godly Luck
>>13095897always flube timeYour fortune: Average Luck
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YEAR OF GLADI am seated in an office, surrounded by heads and bodies. My posture is consciously congruent to the shape of my hard chair.This is a cold room in University Administration, wood-walled, Remington-hung, double-windowed against the November heat,insulated from Administrative sounds by the reception area outside, at which Uncle Charles, Mr. deLint and I were lately received.I am in here.Three faces have resolved into place above summer-weight sportcoats and half-Windsors across a polished pine conferencetable shiny with the spidered light of an Arizona noon. These are three Deans — of Admissions, Academic Affairs, AthleticAffairs. I do not know which face belongs to whom.I believe I appear neutral, maybe even pleasant, though I've been coached to err on the side of neutrality and not attempt whatwould feel to me like a pleasant expression or smile.I have committed to crossing my legs I hope carefully, ankle on knee, hands together in the lap of my slacks. My fingers aremated into a mirrored series of what manifests, to me, as the letter X. The interview room's other personnel include: theUniversity's Director of Composition, its varsity tennis coach, and Academy prorector Mr. A. deLint. C.T. is beside me; the otherssit, stand and stand, respectively, at the periphery of my focus. The tennis coach jingles pocket-change. There is somethingvaguely digestive about the room's odor. The high-traction sole of my complimentary Nike sneaker runs parallel to the wobblingComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
As a nod to Orin's own unhappy youth, all the dreams seem to open briefly with some sort of competitive-tennis situation. Last night's had started with a wide-angle shot of Orin on a Har-Tru court, waiting to receive serve from someone vague, some Academy person — Ross Reat maybe, or good old M. Bain, or gray-toothed Walt Flechette, now a teaching pro in the Carolinas — when the dream's screen tightens on him and abruptly dissolves to the blank dark rose color of eyes closed against bright light, and there's the ghastly feeling of being submerged and not knowing which way to head for the surface and air, and after some interval the dream's Orin struggles up from this kind of visual suffocation to find his mother's head, Mrs. Avril M. T. Incandenza's, the Moms's disconnected head attached face-to-face to his own fine head, strapped tight to his face somehow by a wrap-around system of VS HiPro top-shelf lamb-gut string from his Academy racquet's own face. So that no matter how frantically Orin tries to move his head or shake it side to side or twist up his face or roll his eyes he's still staring at, into, and somehow through his mother's face. As if the Moms's head was some sort of overtight helmet Orin can't wrestle his way out of.2 In the dream, it's understandably vital to Orin that he disengage his head from the phylacteryish bind of his mother's disembodied head, and he cannot. Last night's Subject's note indicates that at some point last night Orin had clutched her head with both hands and tried to sort of stiff-arm her, though not in an ungentle or complaining way (the note, not the stiff-arm). Your fortune: Better not tell you now
The apparent amputation of the Moms's head from the rest of the Moms appears in the dream to be clean and surgically neat: there is no evidence of a stump or any kind of nubbin of neck, even, and it is as if the base of the round pretty head had been sealed, and also sort of rounded off, so that her head is a large living ball, a globe with a face, attached to his own head's face. The Subject after Bain's sister but before the one just before this one, with the Ambush scent and the hearts over i's, the previous Subject had been a sallowly pretty Arizona State developmental psychology grad student with two kids and outrageous alimony and penchants for sharp jewelry, refrigerated chocolate, InterLace educational cartridges, and professional athletes who thrashed in their sleep. Not real bright — she thought the figure he'd trace without thinking on her bare flank after sex was the numeral 8, to give you an idea. Your fortune: ( ´_ゝ`)フーン
Their last morning together, right before he'd mailed her child an expensive toy and then had his phone number changed, he'd awakened from a night of horror-show dreams — woke up with an abrupt fetal spasm, unrefreshed and benighted of soul, his eyes wobbling and his wet silhouette on the bottom sheet like a coroner's chalk outline — he woke tofind the Subject up and sitting up against the reading pillow, wearing his sleeveless Academy sweatshirt and sipping hazelnut espresso and watching, on the cartridge-viewing system that occupied half the bedroom's south wall, something horrific called 'INTERLACE EDUCATIONAL CARTRIDGES IN CONJUNCTION WITH CBC EDUCATIONAL PROGRAMMING MATRIX PRESENTS SCHIZOPHRENIA: MIND OR BODY?' and had had to lie there, moist and paralyzed, curled fetal on his own sweat-shadow, and watch on the viewer a pale young guy about Hal's age, with copper stubble and a red cowlick and flat blank affectless black doll's eyes, stare into space stage-left while a brisk Albertan voiceover explained that Fenton here was a dyed-in-the-wool paranoid schizophrenic who believed that radioactive fluids were invading his skull and that hugely complex high-tech-type machines had been specially designed and programmed to pursue him without cease until they caught him and made brutal sport of him and buried him alive. It was an old late-millennial CBC public-interest Canadian news documentary, digitally sharpened and redisseminated under the Inter-Lace imprimatur — InterLace could get kind of seedy and low-rent during early-morning off-hours, in terms of Spontaneous Disseminations.Your fortune: Average Luck
nd so but since the old CBC documentary's thesis was turning out pretty clearly to be SCHIZOPHRENIA: BODY, the voiceover evinced great clipped good cheer as it explained that well, yes, poor old Fenton here was more or less hopeless as anextra-institutional functioning unit, but that, on the up-side, science could at least give his existence some sort of meaning by studying him very carefully to help learn how schizophrenia manifested itself in the human body's brain . . . that, in other words, with the aid of cutting-edge Positron-Emission Topography or 'P.E.T.' technology (since supplanted wholly by Invasive Digitals,Orin hears the developmental psychology graduate student mutter to herself, watching rapt over her cup, unaware that Orin's paralytically awake), they could scan and study how different parts of poor old Fenton's dysfunctional brain emitted positrons in a whole different topography than your average hale and hearty nondelusional God-fearing Alber-tan's brain, advancing science by injecting test-subject Fenton here with a special blood-brain-barrier-penetrating radioactive dye and then sticking him in the rotating body-sized receptacle of a P.E.T. Scanner — on the viewer, it's an enormous gray-metal machine that looks like something co-designed by James Cameron and Fritz Lang, and now have a look at this Fenton fellow's eyes as he starts to get thegist of what the voiceover's saying — Your fortune: Good Luck
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To tailor this body recomposition plan specifically to you, what is your current gender, height and weight?Your fortune: Godly Luck
>>13095127whats a body recomposition plan
male, 73 kg, 180 cm
your mom 167cm 9001kg
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>>13096376are you an elephant?
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>>13095504>>13095258Your fortune: You will meet a dark handsome stranger
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on my way to page 10! hyuk!
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>>13096001I made this thread too ^___^
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>i think i can>i think i can>i think i canYour fortune: Excellent Luck
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>>13095734avenge yourself for causing this madness
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>>13096018Stop, seriously please stop.
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