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stumbled across some of my printer opinions that i don't recall writing but am correct about

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Death screen for a gritty and sobering war game concept

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Robert McCall

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There are two types of skull planet.

Art by Ray Feibush (left) and Bruce Pennington. Check out these illustrations along with 400 others in my new art book - "Worlds Beyond Time: Sci-Fi Art of the 1970s" is out now!

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It's not a hard rule or anything but it's funny how mammals trend more towards loving their young whereas birds (dinosaurs) prioritize devotion to their mates. When you look at their average social structures and reproductive behaviors mammals are more likely to be single moms who would die for any one of their babies whereas birds are like mushy romantic couples who can't wait for the kids to grow up and leave already

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A hot dog is a sandwich because it is topologically identical to other food items that already considered sandwiches by broad consensus.

A hot dog is also a sandwich because people judge you slightly more if you tell them you went for a hot dog at two PM on a fully stocked fridge and listen i am. so tired.

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Anyway here’s a poem I wrote about my cat

After “Do not stand at my grave and weep”, author disputed:

Do not stand at your bowl and meow. I gave you food. It’s in there now. I feed you at the dawning light, I feed you at the fall of night. I feed you kibbles mixed with meat And wet food for a special treat. I feed you even though you scoff At all the food within your trough. I feed you and still yet you yell Like as a beast from deepest hell. Do not stand at your bowl and cry. I gave you food. You will not die.

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im at a restaurant right now and there's this like 16 year old kid sitting at the table next to me completely alone with like 6 racks of ribs. hes eating like 1 rib every 10 seconds and the poor server who was assigned to him has to keep getting him new ribs. ive been here for an hour just watching this kid inhale ribs like he's gonna die the next day. he probably will given the amount of hot sauce he put on them