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windblown dog piss stream gracefully arced and sparkling in the snowmelt breeze

Tim Dunn was fascinated by bees. When he was a teenager, he spent hours studying a colony near his home, learning how it functioned. Each bee knew its role and embraced its work. Scouts found pollen. Guards prevented unwelcome outsiders from entering the hive. He even discovered that the larger drones didn’t sting, creating an opportunity for amusement. “I’d tie a piece of thread on them and walk them like a dog,” he said in a folksy West Texas accent. His audience, the adult Sunday school class he teaches at his church in Midland, was gathered inside a gray-walled room lined with stackable chairs. Dunn went on, explaining that there was a lot to learn from the hierarchy of a bee colony. “When everybody does what they do best for the hive, it prospers,” he said. “If you’re a guard, then be a guard. If you’re a scout, be a scout.” Dunn then contrasted the cooperation of the hive with the inexorable tumult of modern politics. “Why do people hate politics?” he asked. “Everybody’s making it all about themselves,” he said. “Does it create harmony? Are people there trying to serve the body with their gifts? That’s why you hate it. It’s an example of what not to do.” src: https://www.texasmonthly.com/news-politics/billionaire-tim-dunn-runs-texas/
Weimar Germany blamed the cabaret, the Jews, the cosmopolitans, the homosexuals, the modernists, anyone whose visible behaviour could be coded as cultural decadence, while the Junker landlords retained their estates, the industrial cartels reconsolidated their position, and the hyperinflation that wiped out the bourgeois middle class was followed by a deflation that wiped out what remained. The eventual political response targeted the visible decadents, not the structural rentiers, and the result was the catastrophe everyone knows. The contemporary version of this move is the daily content of the British and American culture war. The behaviours of Conspicuous Despair (the OnlyFans, the gambling, the substance use, the failure to marry, the failure to reproduce, the failure to strive) are presented as the causes of decline, when they are in fact the symptoms. The cause is the rentier capture of the assets that constitute the reference standard of living: housing, principally, but also education, healthcare, and the credentialled pathways to professional employment.
betty boop in "On with the New (1938)". she looks messed up
magazine clipping that says FEET in big text
"Great God!" whispered Kane; "these men were dead! Vampires! This is Satan's handiwork manifested."
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1. Gun Rights 2. Deltarune
clarabelle cow saying AM I? MERCIFUL GOODNESS. I WAS NEVER SO FLUSTERED IN MY LIFE - I'M SO EXCITED I COULD BREAK DOWN ON ALL FOURS AN' MOO!!!
mickey mouse blushing and saying F'GOSH SAKE! ME! BEIN' KISSED BY A WOMAN!
guy is wearing a tux and holding flowers. behind him a girl is standing with her head on his shoulder but her entire face except for one of her eyes is in deep shadow and the only other visible part of her is her dress rippling out from his side, but the tux is also in such deep shadow that the edge of the dress seems to merge with it. i love this ad a lot.
Gas alert procedure became a routine for the front-line soldier. To warn of a gas attack, a bell would be rung, often made from a spent artillery shell. At the noisy batteries of the siege guns, a compressed air strombus horn was used, which could be heard nine miles (14 km) away. Notices would be posted on all approaches to an affected area, warning people to take precautions.
mickey mouse running his mouth about women being foolish
collage scraps. meerkat mother and child. text saying "never die"
collage scraps. fashion model plus natgeo verbiage about meerkats
meerkat collage scrap on fashion mag page
nasty mickey in robinson crusoe story with outlined eyeballs
collage scraps. some guy with a mug who looks like graham platner, 90s prom guy in a white jacket+tie, love live girls
miserable ai horseshit
collage scraps. five women and some text about disasters
Bruce Springsteen - Streets Of Philadelphia (slowed + reverb) youtube thumbnail thats using a gif of mei from totoro lying face down in the rain for the video
kickstarter ai roomba or something
zorbus win screen saying YOU BECAME A GOD!
margaret brundage conan. fighting a snake. quite short slicked back hair
seen from far away from both planet and moon
thing i said
thing i said
night side of a reddish planet we can just see the daylight edge of. over its horizon looms a red and green gas giant, half in shadow. asteroids in orbit around the gas giant burn in the sunlight like sparks
person who seems upset
"hurgh"
spaceengine screenshot. immense gas giant looming over a golden desert from amidst a clear deep blue sky. the gas giant would be all but totally invisible against the sky if it were not outlined with a glowing annulus.
spaceengine screenshot. dawn lighting up the rolling rocky halls of a far-off planet with maxfield parrish colors
mountain range on a planet with immense rings, arcing down from the top left over the horizon towards the middle. the sun is high to our left, behind the rings. the occlusion of the sun by the rings creates eerie lighting - it seems like night and the sky is black, but there is diffuse light on all the mountains. the interaction of the sun with the shadow of the rings and the atmosphere is creating a sickly green ghost light over the horizon to the left, and ghostly mirages of what seem to be a second set of rings askew from the real rings. the pale rings acquire a yellow brown tinge where they meet the horizon. i have no idea if the simulation of light and atmosphere is accurate here and theres tons of camera settings that create different images but its very striking
rust red planet suspended in the dark blue night sky, seen from the surface of a desert sister planet. stars around it faintly visible
spaceengine screenshot. blue night over the ochre desert
spaceengine screenshot. star ward binary sunset desert len flare
collage scraps. five 80s wedding dj guys and text saying THE SKULL CHALLENGE:
spaceengine screenshot. blue desert stretching away into haze. blinding light reflected off of gas giant low in the sky, rings barely visible, tiny moonshadow on its surface.
spaceengine screenshot. planet orbited by dozens and dozens of captured asteroids
spaceengine screenshot. pleiades rising over a the limb of a richly green planet
spaceengine screenshot. earth and the moon in the distance
bandaid box that says Moves with you, so you won't miss a moment
thing i said. its purple
spaceengine screenshot. sun setting on a desert planet. bright violet sky. clouds drifting in front of the sun. a small moon is partially eclipsing the sun from the edge
babbdi screenshot. birds high in sky between concrete towers.
obama addressing congress with roman fasces on the wall behind him
planet called Sissi
Murilo raked back his sweat-plastered hair with a shaky hand as he leaned against the table, weak from the reaction of relief. “It is dawn,” he said. “Let us get out of here, before we fall afoul of some other doom. If we can climb the outer wall without being seen, we shall not be connected with this night's work. Let the police write their own explanation.”
“I recovered consciousness only a short time ago; the monster must have thrown me into these pits. Conan, I have suspected that Nabonidus was not wholly human! He is a demon — a were-thing! By day he moves among humanity in the guise of men, and by night he takes on his true aspect.” “That's evident,” answered Conan. “Everyone knows there are men who take the form of wolves at will. But why did he kill his servants?”
homosexual michael mouse figurine
three girls wearing prom dresses cut out of a magazine with a craft knife
collage scraps
collage scraps. girl, birds, text
He closed the ivory door behind him and without hesitation descended the silver steps. It did not occur to him to ignore the instructions given him. He halted at an ebony door, in the center of which was a grinning silver skull, and pushed it open. He looked into a chamber of ebony and jet, and saw, on a black silken couch, a tall, spare form reclining. Yara the priest and sorcerer lay before him, his eyes open and dilated with the fumes of the yellow lotus, far-staring, as if fixed on gulfs and nighted abysses beyond human ken. "Yara!" said Conan, like a judge pronouncing doom. "Awaken!" The eyes cleared instantly and became cold and cruel as a vulture's. The tall silken-clad form lifted erect, and towered gauntly above the Cimmerian. "Dog!" His hiss was like the voice of a cobra. "What do you here?"
The lurid lights and drunken revelry fell away behind the Cimmerian. He had discarded his torn tunic, and walked through the night naked except for a loin-cloth and his high-strapped sandals. He moved with the supple ease of a great tiger, his steely muscles rippling under his brown skin.
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Cao, who previously criticized a sailor who performed as a drag queen, described what he viewed as ideal qualifications for future service members. “I don’t need cross-dressers in the military,” Cao said. “I need alpha males and alpha females.”
"I found Aquilonia in the grip of a pig like you—one who traced his genealogy for a thousand years. The land was torn with the wars of the barons, and the people cried out under oppression and taxation. Today no Aquilonian noble dares maltreat the humblest of my subjects, and the taxes of the people are lighter than anywhere else in the world.
meryl streep for devil prada 2 except i think its ai or they computered it past the point of looking at all reality tangent