Rock music jumps both ways. The wave crashed and hit the sandcastle head-on.

The
sandcastle began to melt under the waves force and as the wave receded, half the
sandcastle was gone. The next wave hit, not quite as strong, but still managed to
cover the remains of the sandcastle and take more of it away. The third wave, a big
one, crashed over the sandcastle completely covering and engulfing it. When it
receded, there was no trace the sandcastle ever existed and hours of hard work
disappeared forever.

Look at your man, now back to me, now back at your man, now back to me. It is May
12th, 1959, when I’m introduced to Janey. She buys me a beer, the first time a
woman has done this for me. As she passes me the cold, perspiring glass, our
fingers touch. I feel fear for the last time. He could smell like he’s me. A token
funeral is held. She passes me the cold, perspiring glass. I have it, it’s an
oyster with two tickets to that thing you love. Look again, the tickets are now
diamonds. There is nothing to bury. Janey frames the snapshot. It’s the only
photograph of me anyone has. She passes me the cold, perspiring glass. I’m on a
horse.

My theory: when life select is set to Passive, you can automatically perform your
tasks unconsciously. When set to active, you are in control (but what is the
difference from off). When set to Sigma, your body disappears, but your
consciousness and spatial awareness does not, hence the floating eyes. Advanced
Commuting is when you build a house in the parking lot of your workplace and every
morning, you get in your car, drive it 15 feet to the front door, and then get out
and go to work. HEY FAMILY, I'M GONNA TAKE THE CAR FOR AN OL SUNDAY DRIVE WHO WANTS
TO JOIN ME? LETS GO TO SUN VALLEY AND DRIVE THROUGH THE SPATIALLY DISTORTED TREES
LIKE WE'VE GOT MOLECULAR PHASING MECHANICS AND WATCH THE FIVE SUNS RISE ABOVE THE
LAKE!

The backrooms are pursuing me. Dial 5! Dial 5!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDzy2zT9JwM

No, Frankenstein is the name of the author. The monster Mary Shelley created is
unnamed. I can hear the South Bend Shovel Slayer scraping his bum on the gravel
outside my house. The God of Free Will appears and slaps the great witch JK.
"People can write whatever the fuck they want". Then the God slaps her with a
watermelon that it pulled out of its eye and starts salsa dancing. An octopus
destroyed the moon at Mach 20. George Reorge Rartin Martin, Jolkien Rolkien Rolkien
Tolkien, and Jowling Kowling Rowling buying tickets for the Ritanic Mitanic Sitanic
Titanic. Satanic! Oh, and Hovecraft Povecraft Lovecraft was there, but everyone
hates him.

Johnny would survive 40k by projecting a psychic himbo field similar to the orkish
one. TEST: CA.17C DATE:REDACTED SUBJECT:REDACTED TEST SUBJECT'S FIELD CONDENSATE
WAS RECOVERED AS MULTIPLE SAMPLES. FURTHER TESTING DETERMINED THAT THESE SAMPLES
WERE INCOMPLETE, RESULTING FROM INFORMATION LOSS DURING SEQUENCING (Sec-515b).
HOWEVER, REMNANTS OF A SINGULAR, COHESIVE PSYCHOGENETIC SIGNATURE WERE PRESERVED
ACROSS BOTH SAMPLES, REMAINING STABLE POST-INSTALLATION. RE-CONSTITUTION IS NOT
RECOMMENDED. IT MUST BE EMPHASIZED, BOTH OPERATING INSTANCES ARE THE SAME
INDIVIDUAL, AND MUST BE TREATED AS SUCH.

“Those are Gundabad wargs!” “These are Hrogelmy Stoats. I'd like to see them
fahck.”

Seegy Krempf at Camp Fazbutt. Killing a hobo with over 500 points of hot damage
makes only the charred boots remain. Said boots are collected and can be used as
part of a "Scarehobo", which also needs hobo skins, eyeballs, skulls, guts and
crotches, collected in the same manner with different elemental damage.
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