this morning is certainly turtle- like.

i thought maybe i should call a cab and go buy some real turtles and maybe a bird. but i changed my mind.

actually...that's the sticking problem.

it leaves the system open to abuse.

the best way, makes the deleting user's posts white-named.

what the fuck do I care though? it's not like I'll ever log in to an admin.cp again.

hahahahahahahakahackcoughcoughhahahahchokecoughhah ha

oh no, floatingslowly are you ok

what kind of suffix is .cp

maybe it is a province just past northern mongolia.

it stands for Collection of buttons to Press

oh I have that

external.php?type=rss2
if only.
as it is, this place is too time consuming.
part of its charm, i guess.

^^^ you had me at .php.

China Palace. they have a nice buffet.

kloriel are you really absinthing at this time of day?

no i'm doing some math equations

someone who drinks absinthe in the day whilst doing math equations for fun... is quite wonderful.

Mmmm... absinthe kicks ass!

eee I dunno, the absinthe I had tasted horrible, and this is coming from an old crow and gin lover...

I'd rather just do whipits if I want things to slow down bahaha

he loved absinthe...look his deep smile, or by the poems he wrote.

or the eyes rolling back

who the fuck is that btw

Mr. Rimbaud

I still don't know who that is, and I don't want to google for myself. Please tell more.

I'd rather kill ignorance thru conversation, even on the internet, than google my way to intelligence.

but you should google yourself, it's good for your body and brain.

Jean Arthur Rimbaud (20 October 1854 – 10 November 1891) was a French poet, born in Charleville. As part of the decadent movement, his influence on modern literature, music and art has been enduring and pervasive. He produced his best known works while still in his late teens—Victor Hugo described him at the time as "an infant Shakespeare"—and gave up creative writing altogether before he reached 21. He remained a prolific letter-writer all his life. Rimbaud was known to have been a French Libertine and a restless soul, travelling extensively on three continents before his premature death from cancer less than a month after his 37th birthday.

Works

* Poésies (c. 1869-1873)
* Le bateau ivre (1871)
* Une Saison en Enfer (1873) - published by Rimbaud himself as a small booklet in Brussels. Although "a few copies were distributed to friends in Paris... Rimbaud almost immediately lost interest in the work."[47]
* Illuminations (1874)
* Lettres (1870-1891)
* Le Soleil Était Encore Chaud (1866)
* Proses Évangeliques (1872)

Jim Morrison was a piece of paper near him.

i think this was the last thread I remembered. then i did some real serious work and after that played madden NFL even though I kept getting delay of gane penalties from passing out. don't worry though, i'm like a fresh shower curtain now.


mmm minty.

I'll probably be taking a long hiatus from this place once I road trip it to Saint Louis.

maybe some morning turtleheads