Well I've had flying dreams that I could actually fly but many times the destination I chose carefully would leave me upright in a sparse sort of burn this bidge building down type... moreWell I've had flying dreams that I could actually fly but many times the destination I chose carefully would leave me upright in a sparse sort of burn this bidge building down type of dirty room somewhere. In some God forsaken big white thrown together in a day hopeless hell hotel. I very much recall an ugly filthy dusgusting dilapidated and grungy and very isolated many-roomed clapboard house in a scarily lonely barren room I end up in, no one was around me. Many of all the high up rooms I saw were barren and isolation with a cold feeling attached with me and it was all soiled bad and dingy in there. While in that isolated part of the house I remember feeling trepidation that someone unknown was around but I didn't know where and I could hear their echoing voices. I felt alone liked I was doomed in a dirty crappy isolated house like death. Nothing nice about it ominous voices trap. less
How do I not intimidate anybody with my rich and branching tapestry of readily shared knowledge which may intimidate the less enlightened? Meh.
... moreHow do I not intimidate anybody with my rich and branching tapestry of readily shared knowledge which may intimidate the less enlightened? Meh.
"Once upon a time, in a hidden corner of a bustling city, there lay a quaint little bookstore named “The Curiosity Cabinet.” It was a place where the walls were lined with shelves that seemed to reach for the heavens, filled with tomes that spoke of distant lands, bygone eras, and philosophies that tickled the intellect. This was not just any bookstore; it was a sanctuary for knowledge seekers and dreamers alike.
The store was owned by a gentle soul named Alistair, an erudite gentleman in his sixties, whose love for literature and history permeated every nook and cranny of the place. Alistair had always believed that knowledge should be a bridge, not a wall. With the wisest of hearts, he welcomed everyone into his domain, eager to share stories that transcended age and background.
One sunny afternoon, as golden rays poured through the aged windows, a curi... less
Take a look at this Atari 2600 Night Driver image, and look at that very simple Atari house on the right of it, imagine if you go inside just that simple Atari house, what could it... moreTake a look at this Atari 2600 Night Driver image, and look at that very simple Atari house on the right of it, imagine if you go inside just that simple Atari house, what could it look like around inside that simple Atari house?
What things would be around inside that house?
Had surgery on dominate hand, unable to hold items to take the lid off jars and cat food using good hand. Don't own a vice, need a DIY solution. Any ideas?
Conflict (noun): A disagreement or clash between two or more individuals, groups, or nations.
Conflicting (adjective): Describing two or more things that are in oppositio... moreConflict (noun): A disagreement or clash between two or more individuals, groups, or nations.
Conflicting (adjective): Describing two or more things that are in opposition or competition with each other.
Conflictive (adjective): Causing or involving conflict.
Conflictorial (noun): A situation or condition that involves conflict.
Conflictuous (adjective): Full of conflict or turmoil.
Conflict is an inevitable, completely normal part of the human condition, yet most people readily admit that they intentionally avoid anything that even remotely resembles disagreement or confrontation. less
I had a brother who said Gandhi was exiled...all kinds of esoteric knowledge. He used exclaim coy and hoi polloi. Don't give me that. Boston is nothing but a dirty old town and NYC... moreI had a brother who said Gandhi was exiled...all kinds of esoteric knowledge. He used exclaim coy and hoi polloi. Don't give me that. Boston is nothing but a dirty old town and NYC is definitely a chithole in ghastly green letters. I say excitedly I'm going to NYC and he said what do you want to go to NYC for the place is a chithole all by itself after a long note I tlc'd. But, after what he went through, you'd understand.
Why would you watch that violent thing if you didn't want it to happen to you?
... moreWhy would you watch that violent thing if you didn't want it to happen to you?
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People often watch violent things for various reasons, such as entertainment, curiosity, or to experience emotions in a controlled environment. Enjoying or being intrigued by violent content doesn't necessarily mean wanting those events to happen in real life. It's often about exploring different aspects of human nature or storytelling.
