'You're veering off the path, Q'
'Je le sais, mais je m'en fou'; this because I live on a 1-way street.
I don't care if people take this information and use it for their own artistic endeavours, but for the love of every thing that is holy, stop copying me.
I cite better than you.
I pretend to write better than you.
I saw a unicorn today.
AND IDGAF ABOUT SCIENCE YAY!
'ALJKFDLAKJFLALALKFJA' "No, I'm merely a cosplayer - uh, an artist who likes to dress up''
'klajlfjka!' - so I notice and move on.
Les chats de la maison sont territoriel. Je vois Minette qui heurte sa tête contre des choses et je l'empêche. En faisant ça, j'améliore mon acumen, mon sens de bravoure qui n'est pas travaillé mais plutôt acqui.
Character versus personality are comparable because of the link I have to Europe, but everyone ships out their products and meanwhile I'm stuck here whining about dogs.
I pretended to take pictures today. It made me feel like a champion who defends against terrible media practices, Robellus notwithstanding.
I helped build the laws in this country, and I get thanked avec plus de plastiques que nécessaire. Où vont-ils allez, tous ces produits plastifié? Dans mon corps? Dans l'océan atlantique? Dans le lac Michigan? Le lac Huron? La mer baltique? Je suis écologiquement éreinté, et ils continuent de conduire leur machines ambulantes à son terrifiant, and they have the gall to tell me to move out? Too bad for them. I get to deal with broken hips, and they get to enjoy life. This is some vicious writing, but when you live with descendants of tigers, it pays to listen.
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I was in the ravine today. I saw brown people. They were more brown-looking than I was, so maybe they're bronze players, too.
Anyone else deal with racism? No. No, because racism is not a thing in the political sphere. Either you win with Wynne or you lose with Ford. Either way, I am careful about where I go, just not how people react to my memoristic actualities.
I'm never going to be able to translate all my pages, and I'm not letting ads tell me how to write. So f*** right off, Grammarly; if I wanted an English degree, I would have gone to Oxford.
The biggest issue that I now face is how to go back to university with 0 strikes of plagiarism and not get up to 1 because of my tendency to write ad nauseam mostly anecdotally.
'Chuuuut'.
Non. Non merci.
'Pssst'.
Non. Non merci.
'Mais c'est tellement bon pour toi!'
Ah? Et c'est épicurien?
'Votre tête! Your head! Your debt!'
Anything else you want to just throw at me?
'Why don't we try SHOCK treatment?'
I tried it; didn't work.
'Oh but this new drug works so well!'
Yeah, and you're going to get sued by your constituents for failing to stop american advertising conglomerates from putting up posters advertising literal drugs. That's breaking federal law, and enslaving the Canadian populace with garbage food & drugged up medical systems is laying waste to the land.
WTF was up with that change of government? I mean, I think it got me a killer job, but the colossal waste of money that was spent on the stunt that the elected government pulled just to have power leaves a sore taste on the rest of the country's voting population.
Yes, I'm still listening to Dream Theater, mostly because of the canadian singer.
2/3 rule is still something I uphold despite all the garbage the local utilities puts this neighbourhood through, noisy vehicles and aeroplanes be damned.
Try to watch ONE fucking hockey game, ONE basketall game, or, hell, even ONE lacrosse game and you get inundated with other countries' media machines. Other cultures inundate me with smells (guilty as sulphuric acid!), drown us with tall tales of how much worse it is down there (good morning Mexico!), and overwhelm us with terrifying literature and I sit in front of a screen and demystify terrible issues plaguing society; the elephant in the room; the poetic artistic conundrum of my slowly-turning-individualistic life.
The keyboard I write on is a total keylogger.
The mouse I use cost me way too little.
My favourite game of last year cost me way too much in term of y=2x.
Green party minority or a liberal majority is what I think will happen. I don't care about american politics anymore, even though my glasses say Roosevelt on them. Well, I live in a practical household full of knowledge, and it's difficult to care about 10x more people.
Now that I still write, I still refuse to listen to other people who pretend to be admirers/followers/wallbreakers but whom know nothing of what I've gone through simply to stay afloat in this garbage environmental economy perpetuated by the aforementioned economic billionaires.
Oh boy, top 30 under 30. At least my prediction of 'it's all downhill from here' never did come true, and never will, because although my grammar sucks, at least I know not to fall prey to predatory raptoristic lending (and I care about the younger AND older generations!).
'Careful with me.'
Why? You never explain. All I do is explain my reality and I get shit on by people around me. So move out?
Can't. I'm addicted to better food now.
I ate too many cheese curds yesterday, but I'm thankful about the fact that they were from Ontario, that they were somewhat squeaky, and that I enjoyed the hell out of them.
By the way, most Canadians hate beer.
I hate most Canadians.
Therefore, I tend to lie online.
I have a beachbody ready abdominal muscle training program in the works.
I love Canada.
Thus, my writing tends to be formulaic.
Neighbours depress me and are too inquisitive for my tastes.
I worked hard to protect this city.
As such, I tend to rehash old news.
What is a jump paradox? Something I learned 10+ years ago, and also something that is found within this very post.
I stay logical; I hate writing in french without a reason to, so I'll keep writing vitriol until I have a reason not to.
This blog is mine. I did 85%+ of the hard work, and I'm being generous to the influences in my life, but it's a total shitshow in the city. I fucking hate all the religious nuts pushing their stupid YouTubian dystopian garbage at me.
And that's why I put a content warning on my blog.
Here's a picture I wasn't able to take today:
'Je le sais, mais je m'en fou'; this because I live on a 1-way street.
I don't care if people take this information and use it for their own artistic endeavours, but for the love of every thing that is holy, stop copying me.
I cite better than you.
I pretend to write better than you.
I saw a unicorn today.
AND IDGAF ABOUT SCIENCE YAY!
'ALJKFDLAKJFLALALKFJA' "No, I'm merely a cosplayer - uh, an artist who likes to dress up''
'klajlfjka!' - so I notice and move on.
Les chats de la maison sont territoriel. Je vois Minette qui heurte sa tête contre des choses et je l'empêche. En faisant ça, j'améliore mon acumen, mon sens de bravoure qui n'est pas travaillé mais plutôt acqui.
Character versus personality are comparable because of the link I have to Europe, but everyone ships out their products and meanwhile I'm stuck here whining about dogs.
I pretended to take pictures today. It made me feel like a champion who defends against terrible media practices, Robellus notwithstanding.
I helped build the laws in this country, and I get thanked avec plus de plastiques que nécessaire. Où vont-ils allez, tous ces produits plastifié? Dans mon corps? Dans l'océan atlantique? Dans le lac Michigan? Le lac Huron? La mer baltique? Je suis écologiquement éreinté, et ils continuent de conduire leur machines ambulantes à son terrifiant, and they have the gall to tell me to move out? Too bad for them. I get to deal with broken hips, and they get to enjoy life. This is some vicious writing, but when you live with descendants of tigers, it pays to listen.
---
I was in the ravine today. I saw brown people. They were more brown-looking than I was, so maybe they're bronze players, too.
Anyone else deal with racism? No. No, because racism is not a thing in the political sphere. Either you win with Wynne or you lose with Ford. Either way, I am careful about where I go, just not how people react to my memoristic actualities.
I'm never going to be able to translate all my pages, and I'm not letting ads tell me how to write. So f*** right off, Grammarly; if I wanted an English degree, I would have gone to Oxford.
The biggest issue that I now face is how to go back to university with 0 strikes of plagiarism and not get up to 1 because of my tendency to write ad nauseam mostly anecdotally.
'Chuuuut'.
Non. Non merci.
'Pssst'.
Non. Non merci.
'Mais c'est tellement bon pour toi!'
Ah? Et c'est épicurien?
'Votre tête! Your head! Your debt!'
Anything else you want to just throw at me?
'Why don't we try SHOCK treatment?'
I tried it; didn't work.
'Oh but this new drug works so well!'
Yeah, and you're going to get sued by your constituents for failing to stop american advertising conglomerates from putting up posters advertising literal drugs. That's breaking federal law, and enslaving the Canadian populace with garbage food & drugged up medical systems is laying waste to the land.
WTF was up with that change of government? I mean, I think it got me a killer job, but the colossal waste of money that was spent on the stunt that the elected government pulled just to have power leaves a sore taste on the rest of the country's voting population.
Yes, I'm still listening to Dream Theater, mostly because of the canadian singer.
2/3 rule is still something I uphold despite all the garbage the local utilities puts this neighbourhood through, noisy vehicles and aeroplanes be damned.
Try to watch ONE fucking hockey game, ONE basketall game, or, hell, even ONE lacrosse game and you get inundated with other countries' media machines. Other cultures inundate me with smells (guilty as sulphuric acid!), drown us with tall tales of how much worse it is down there (good morning Mexico!), and overwhelm us with terrifying literature and I sit in front of a screen and demystify terrible issues plaguing society; the elephant in the room; the poetic artistic conundrum of my slowly-turning-individualistic life.
The keyboard I write on is a total keylogger.
The mouse I use cost me way too little.
My favourite game of last year cost me way too much in term of y=2x.
Green party minority or a liberal majority is what I think will happen. I don't care about american politics anymore, even though my glasses say Roosevelt on them. Well, I live in a practical household full of knowledge, and it's difficult to care about 10x more people.
Now that I still write, I still refuse to listen to other people who pretend to be admirers/followers/wallbreakers but whom know nothing of what I've gone through simply to stay afloat in this garbage environmental economy perpetuated by the aforementioned economic billionaires.
Oh boy, top 30 under 30. At least my prediction of 'it's all downhill from here' never did come true, and never will, because although my grammar sucks, at least I know not to fall prey to predatory raptoristic lending (and I care about the younger AND older generations!).
'Careful with me.'
Why? You never explain. All I do is explain my reality and I get shit on by people around me. So move out?
Can't. I'm addicted to better food now.
I ate too many cheese curds yesterday, but I'm thankful about the fact that they were from Ontario, that they were somewhat squeaky, and that I enjoyed the hell out of them.
By the way, most Canadians hate beer.
I hate most Canadians.
Therefore, I tend to lie online.
I have a beachbody ready abdominal muscle training program in the works.
I love Canada.
Thus, my writing tends to be formulaic.
Neighbours depress me and are too inquisitive for my tastes.
I worked hard to protect this city.
As such, I tend to rehash old news.
What is a jump paradox? Something I learned 10+ years ago, and also something that is found within this very post.
I stay logical; I hate writing in french without a reason to, so I'll keep writing vitriol until I have a reason not to.
This blog is mine. I did 85%+ of the hard work, and I'm being generous to the influences in my life, but it's a total shitshow in the city. I fucking hate all the religious nuts pushing their stupid YouTubian dystopian garbage at me.
And that's why I put a content warning on my blog.
Here's a picture I wasn't able to take today:
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