I made this sculpture of Yosho. It's small, but at least I put some effort into it (´・ω・`)(´・ω・`)(´・ω・`)(´・ω・`)
>>13095183dino
>>13096283he's wild
>>13096276Well, the box said it was a toxic product. But if you want to try it, go ahead. (´・ω・`)(´・ω・`)(´・ω・`)(´・ω・`)
b.umpYour fortune: Average Luck
>>13097897One day I will die and those will be my last words.
Your fortune: Bad Luck
Your fortune: Better not tell you now
>>13097656>>13097460 Your fortune: You will meet a dark handsome strangerYour fortune: Average Luck
>>13097460thankyou 4 ur service, keep this baord nic
>>13097702>>13097687>>13097656>>13097460<3Your fortune: Reply hazy, try again
Where's fatfishe?
>>13097912dude chill
>>13097921shut up nigga
Probably banned ;)
>>13097924dont talk about his butt buddy like that okay?
>>13097928coalfag x gado are the equivalent of nikocado and his gay mustached little (lol) slave boy
he got a brick
:O
>>13091355nice brick he got
>>13095843Street value for whole bricks of coke does vary. Is Spike dawg from the east coast or west?
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> ........dubs c h e c k e m!. ∆^∆√^ • .•}7 VvVYour fortune: ( ´_ゝ`)フーン
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.
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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and in a terse old Public-TV cut they now showed subject Fenton in five-point canvas re-straints whipping his copper-haired head from side to side as guys in mint-green surgical masks and caps inject him with radioactive fluids through a turkey-baster-sized syringe, then good old Fenton's eyes bugging out in total foreseen horror as he's rolled toward the huge gray P.E.T. device and slid like an unrisen loaf into the thing's open maw until only his decay-colored sneakers are in view, and the body-sized receptacle rotates the test-subject counterclockwise, with brutal speed, so that the old sneakers point up and then left and then down and then right and then up, faster and faster, the machine's blurps and tweets not even coming close to covering Fenton's entombed howls as his worst delusional fears came true in digital stereo and you could hear the last surviving bits of his functional dye-permeated mind being screamed out of him for all time as the viewer digitally superimposed an image of Fenton's ember-red and neutron-blue brain in the lower-right corner, where InterLace's Time/Temp functions usually appear, and the brisk voiceover gave capsule histories of first paranoid schizophrenia and then P.E.T. With Orin lying there slit-eyed, wet and neuralgic with A.M. dread, wishing the Subject would put her own clothes and sharp jewelry on and take the rest of her Töblerone out of the freezer and go, so he could go to the bathroom and get yesterday's asphyxiated roaches into an E.W.D. dumpster before the dumpsters all filled for the day, and decide what kind of expensive present to mail the Subject's kid.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
And then the matter of the dead bird, out of nowhere. And then news of pressure from the AZ Cardinal administration to cooperate with some sort of insipid-type personality-profile series of interviews with some profiler from Moment magazine, with personal backgroundish questions to be answered in some blandly sincere team-PR way, the unexamined stress of which drives him to start calling Hallie again, reopen that whole Pandora's box of worms. Orin also shaves in the shower, face red with heat, wreathed in steam, by feel, shaving upward, with south-to-north strokes, ashe was taught.Your fortune: Excellent Luck
YEAR OF THE DEPEND ADULT UNDERGARMENT Here's Hal Incandenza, age seventeen, with his little brass one-hitter, getting covertly high in the Enfield Tennis Academy's underground Pump Room and exhaling palely into an industrial exhaust fan. It's the sad little interval after afternoon matches and conditioning but before the Academy's communal supper. Hal is by himself down here and nobody knows where he is or what he's doing. Hal likes to get high in secret, but a bigger secret is that he's as attached to the secrecy as he is to getting high. A one-hitter, sort of like a long FDR-type cigarette holder whose end is packed with a pinch of good dope, gets hot and is hard on the mouth — the brass ones especially — but one-hitters have the advantage of efficiency: every particle of ignited potgets inhaled; there's none of the incidental secondhand-type smoke from a party bowl's big load, and Hal can take every iota way down deep and hold his breath forever, so that even his exhalations are no more than slightly pale and sick-sweet-smelling. Total utilization of available resources = lack of publicly detectable waste. The Academy's tennis courts' Lung's Pump Room is underground and accessible only by tunnel. E.T.A. is abundantly, embranchingly tunnelled. This is by design.Your fortune: キタ━━━━━━(゚∀゚)━━━━━━ !!!!
Consensual sex doesn't count once you practice witchcraft lol
Before I ask AI, which classic /lit/ can I read more about this, OP?
>>13097780"Le Donjon de Naheulbeuk"Classic of french literature
>>13097783J'ai bien peur de ne pas être disponible pour faire un rapport à ce sujet
>>13097775what, like witches can rape anyone or can be raped? this is very important information
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Your fortune: Good Luck
Your fortune: キタ━━━━━━(゚∀゚)━━━━━━ !!!!
Your fortune: Outlook good
>>13096407>>13096170>>13095894Your fortune: Better not tell you now
>>13096766>>13096407>>13096170>>13095894Your fortune: Outlook good
>>13097415>>13096766>>13096407Your fortune: Better not tell you now
Your fortune: Average Luck
>>13095889>>13095500>>13095256>>13094896Your fortune: Better not tell you now
>>13096169>>13095889>>13095500Your fortune: ( ´_ゝ`)フーン
>>13096406>>13096169>>13095889Your fortune: Good Luck
>>13096763>>13096406>>13096169Your fortune: Very Bad Luck
>>13097413>>13096763>>13096406Your fortune: キタ━━━━━━(゚∀゚)━━━━━━ !!!!
Hey did anyone else notice?! The board's all clean!
>>13096874Celcy thread is nice thread.
>>13096879You lost ^^
>>13096837These aninme girls are doing the >_< face
Not until I wipe my ass with it >:3
>>13097078i did not lose i was strategically cleaned off the board ^^;
Your fortune: Godly Luck
>>13092016wtf is that bune ravenYour fortune: ( ´_ゝ`)フーン
Your fortune: Very Bad Luck
Your fortune: You will meet a dark handsome stranger
Your fortune: Good news will come to you by mail
When she uses advanced CIA-level manipulation tactics to ensure that you'll never leave her
>>13094709my mom would be happy to know I am capable of being sexually active and maintaining normal relationships... but that would also make my mom happy and people don't want thatYour fortune: Outlook good
>>13094713it fits
>>>/c/>>>/i/>>>/a/>>>/i/>>>/s/>>>/w/>>>/a/>>>/t/>>>/c/>>>/h/>>>/i/>>>/n/>>>/g/Your fortune: Better not tell you now
>>13094709lsd is expensive, madam, it is more like a roman greek secret police from the era of uruk, and then they will make it utter a secret name or sommin, ull think it classic rumplestinkskins stuff of the name and thing, but like a lord of the loa in the haiti it is more like riding a venereal disease and a weak mind
NOOOO HE IS AWAKEGO BACK GO BACK GO BACK TO SLEEP
>>13096787>>13096786>>13096399Your fortune: キタ━━━━━━(゚∀゚)━━━━━━ !!!!
>>13097366>>13096787Your fortune: Very Bad Luck
slowly making my way 2 page 1Your fortune: Outlook good
hmm any day now we'll get thereYour fortune: Reply hazy, try again
>>13095965the spammer
>>13095527let me show you the way
careful everyone clear the road for her
list of people who I hope die: - no one - not even big chungus my sworn enemy >"I do not take pleasure in the death of the wicked but would rather they repent of their evil deeds"~ Tetragrammaton Your fortune: You will meet a dark handsome stranger
https://voca.ro/1fJAzHibFWnf`0__0{=°.°=}~mm<3https://voca.ro/1fJAzHibFWnfYour fortune: Good news will come to you by mail
Tomorrow is Saturday
Saturday drive
and sunday comes afterwards
>>13097051Saturday comes in your mom
>>13097184Actually I'm the one who comes in your mom's asshole
>>13096551I don't believe you.