It’s wine…made by the stomped corpses of his enemies.
It’s wine…made by the stomped corpses of his enemies.
No one asked about your mother.
With more than one, a union can be formed. So, no.
“You may be able to do some things with the machine that the teller cant/wont do.”
Tell me more ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
“It’s like these borders we have are stupid and arbitary”
You get that borders and people governing a piece of land is stupid…but you still don’t GET IT.
Sorry for the late response.
Some kind of Stockholm syndrome i guess.
This companies violates us constantly, but most people are so traumatised by ads and social presure that they don’t see it anymore.
I put ads before social presure due to comedy, but also:
Ads eats brains. Thus creating mindless consumers. Oh look, the perfect consumer!
I met a shitposter from modern social media,
Who asked with a frown, wrinkle lip
And sneer of cold contempt:
“Do you have some reason why you think
This company with vast amounts of these
stamped lifeless things
Will go bankrupt and/or split up?”
But regardless of all the corp-simping,
In the future, only these words survive.
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."
He had already created the playground, now he wanted to explore it.
“Birth rates are falling across the globe (…)”
But sure…
How do you face the fact that both Apple and Samsung, the 2 biggest capitalist phone manufacturers corporations in the world, use workers in China that aren’t owners of the production…
How is China comunist? One of the biggest states in the world…when a comunist society is supposed to be statless…
I said “no means no” but Land wasn’t having it…it violated both my legs…
Ah yes, The People’s Front of Judea and The Judean People’s Front.
When can we go past this, and agree on policies, instead of bickering about clubs.
The only thing I have to say is:
We had public water in our town.
A few years ago, a private company was created to take care of the water system and the distribution in our town and some towns around here.
Our bill has never been higher… Houses that were vacant (second homes, people that were in another country etc) received bills…not like a few euros…hundreds…
Private companies have to make more money…year after year…the line always goes up. And although it is a private company and they take every penny they can, they also receive state money and European funds…
We, like other people, are in debt to them now. Because they send us bills like we run a public pool.
“Because on top of your bill, you have to pay for leaks.”
“But people from your company already came to see if there was any…and there isn’t…”
“It doesn’t matter, your are paying for us to fix the system”
But they already went up in the price per L…Aaaaaand received municipal, state and European funds…
Capitalism will kill us. Their greed and the blindness/complacency of people like you.
I knew it too. I pounded her last night.
It reminds me of those Harry Potter candy, like, Nosebleed Nougat, Puking Pastilles or Fainting Fancies.
Nature cared so much about this questions that it gave sentience to itself to think about it.
“Its called the American Dream because you have to be asleep to believe in it.”
“Now some strange news coming from Guatemala City, in the Guatemala Country, in the Guatemala Continent, in the Guatemala Planet, System and Galaxy:
The Guatemala’s ‘Museo Nacional de Arqueología y Etnología’ was broken in last night, only for the mysterious figure caught on cameras to paint, with exquisite detail, a tiny Mayan figurine with a removable hat, and leave everything of valuable in place.
Have a Guatemala night.”
“Remember who you are.”
“I told you I would tell you my names.
This is what they call me.
I’m called Glad-of-War, Grim, Raider, and Third. I am One-Eyed.
I am called Highest, and True-Guesser. I am Grimnir, and I am the Hooded One. I am All-Father, and I am Gondlir Wand-Bearer.
I have as many names as there are winds, as many titles as there are ways to die.
My ravens are Huginn and Muninn, Thought and Memory; my wolves are Freki and Geri; my horse is the gallows.”