Paul

@powl.bsky.social

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Technical Artist ⸗ Mastodon: @powl@chaos.social ⸗ he/him

Screenshot (peinlicherweise eigentlich ein Foto meines Fernsehers) von einem Video darüber, dass das Sexualisieren Minderjähriger von Manuel Hagel CDU völlig okay sei, von der sog. "SinansWoche". Links eine Tabelle über Age of Consent, rechts Sinan, der so wirkt, als ob er schaut, aber nicht sieht.
A photo 4 Lemon Pigs on my window sill.
Böse guckender und rot angelaufener Smiley reckt die Faust
Screenshot of the PS2 version of Kingdom Hearts Chain of Memories. Emo guy to Naminé: "We Nobodies can never hope to be somebodies."
Frittiertes Foto von c. K. seinem Schicksal akzeptierend entgegen sehend
Weird Picture showing the regular old moon and the spooky second moon
Frittiertes Foto von c. K. seinem Schicksal akzeptierend entgegen sehend
The image shows a modified promotional comparison graphic titled "WHY CHOOSE Powl". The side labeled "Others" features a shabby pillar with picture in black and white, while the other side labelled "Powl" shows off a very pristine and golden pillar. Overall an extremely non-phallic image.
A photo of the inscription on the Monument to a Newfoundland Dog reading: Near this Spot are deposited the Remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferosity, and all the virtues of Man without his Vices. This praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery if inscribed over human Ashes, is but a just tribute to the Memory of Boatswain, a Dog who was born in Newfoundland May 1803 and died at Newstead November 18th 1808. When some proud Son of Man returns to Earth, Unknown to Glory but upheld by Birth, The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe, And storied urns record who rests below. When all is done, upon the Tomb is seen Not what he was, but what he should have been. But the poor Dog, in life the firmest friend, The first to welcome, foremost to defend, Whose honest heart is still his Masters own, Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Unhonour'd falls, unnotic'd all his worth, Deny'd in heaven the Soul he held on earth. While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven, And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven. Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour, Debas'd by slavery, or corrupt by power, Who knows thee well, must quit thee with disgust, Degraded mass of animated dust! Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, Thy tongue hypocrisy, thy heart deceit, By nature vile, ennobled but by name, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. Ye! who behold perchance this simple urn, Pass on, it honours none you wish to mourn. To mark a friend's remains these stones arise; I never knew but one — and here he lies.
A photo of a mountain hare by flickr user polandeze
Ein Foto von Büchern im Regal, die über den Rand des Regals ragen.
Tony die Katze sitzt in einer Box Schreddertrester und guckt niedlich
Ein Foto durchs Schaufenster eines geschlossenen Dönerladens. Auf Tabletten und unter den leeren Spießen liegen große Mengen frittiertes Gemüse und frittiertes Fleisch.