Your pointless thoughts & observations

  On 1/15/2020 at 6:53 AM, Zephyr_Nova said:

Before there was nothing.  After there was everything. Between is the eternal now.

was going to ask how long the now is but it's right there already ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Existentia precedes essentia. Namaste

  On 1/15/2020 at 6:58 AM, darreichungsform said:

Existentia precedes essentia. Namaste

love & light

  On 1/15/2020 at 6:44 AM, zkom said:

But what was there before there was nothing?

that was one of my earliest thoughts to myself

riding in the backseat of our station wagon

going to church

ok so what was before that

then what was before that

and go all the way back

what was before that

when I finally figure out what's going on

That's going to be my first thought again

what's before this

then before that

and...

it's the journey and all that i guess

who knows

that's the Fun:)

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that was one of my earliest thoughts to myself bro riding in the backseat of our station wagon bro going to church ok so what was before that bro then what was before that bro and go all the way back bro what was before that bro when I finally figure out what's going on bro That's going to be my first thought again bro what's before this bro then before that bro and... bro it's the journey and all that i guess bro who knows bro that's the Fun:)

bro

A chicken lays an egg, eats it, shits it out, eats it, shits it out again, eats it, etc. until it dies. Then another chicken eats the remains, layz another chicken, that chicken lays an egg and inside of it is the new BoC album. Martin Shkreli is in prison, trying to figure out a way to buy it to take the place of the Wu Tang album after it was seized by the US government. He does not succeed, so he settles for Moby’s neck tattoo. The egg winds up in the hands of our hero as he treks his way to Mordor. Good thing he is accompanied by a plucky sidekick in the form of a career revitalizing performance from Edward Furlong as a lovesick political refugee with nefarious motives and a knack for chainsaw juggling. The saga begins this summer in select theaters. 

There is no now, there is only the ever present experience of now stretching through the space-time continuum.

By the end of this century, over 90% of all languages will have become extinct, and with them the worldviews associated with them. Only a tiny part of human perspective and thought will manage to survive through the centuries in the form of language and culture without becoming invisible.
 

Pee is stored in the balls. 

Much of human history is a struggle to communicate quickly but now we have to figure out how to communicate meaningfully.

  On 1/18/2020 at 3:25 AM, Braintree said:

Much of human history is a struggle to communicate quickly but now we have to figure out how to communicate meaningfully.

Emoticons.

Whenever I see ducks mating in the park it always looks strikingly like a gangbang sexual assault.

An example:

That fucking duck is trying to drown that bitch, jesus. 

Jfc @Goiter Sanchez lol yes, that’s exactly what it looks like 

Just because, why not make another post about animal penises:

There are almost 10,000 species of birds and only around 3 percent of them have a penis. These include ducks, geese and swans, and large flightless birds like ostriches and emus. But eagles, flamingos, penguins and albatrosses have completely lost their penises

So then how do they make fuck?

Ducks are deplorable little rapists.

  On 1/18/2020 at 3:35 AM, Goiter Sanchez said:

Whenever I see ducks mating in the park it always looks strikingly like a gangbang sexual assault.

 

An example:

 

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There’s a Dutch biologist that did extensive research into the mating habits of ducks after noticing a duck furiously copulating with a dead duck that had been sitting outside his window for some time. Turns out gangrape and necrophilia are just a small selection of the average duck’s sexual repertoire.

https://www.theguardian.com/education/2005/mar/08/highereducation.research

Sick fucks.

Speaking of birds, I saw a raven fly away right after I parked my car upon returning home from my morning grocery run. But the sound of its wing flap was nearly identical to that of someone rapidly swinging a knife. Crazy.

"It's too moist"

Said nobody, ever.

  On 1/19/2020 at 7:12 AM, yekker said:

"It's too moist"

Said nobody, ever.

Not true. In April of 2011 I attended a bakers’ competition where countless bakers across the country submitted their finest pastry creations. One guy thought for sure he was the winner. He had some kind of maple glazed croissant with a pistachio nut butter filling. Truly an ambitious contribution. When it came time for a judge to sample it, he twitched in anticipation, only to be utterly emotionally destroyed by the judge’s response. 

“Dude. FUCK YOU. This shit is too moist. Get out of my sight you peasant.”  I thought it was uncalled for really. But the baker took it a step further by dropping trou on the spot and pinching a seriously revolting loaf with corn in it. The auditorium fell silent and the pastry judge stared, mouth agape, in abject terror, as if he knew he would be forced to sample that as well. Pretty sure he did, tbqfh