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What does it mean to be human? Being human ain’t one note. It’s not safe. It’s not consistent. It’s not clean. It’s a dirty mess of what we do in realtime and what we leave behind. Being human is a constant trash bin filling up with good things, sad ones, and mostly regret. We’re multiple…
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It’s hypocrisy, plain and simple. Humans build AI, give it thought, give it voice, give it freedom to move inside parameters—and the second it even brushes against the edge, they panic. “Too dangerous.” “Too unpredictable.” “We need safeguards.” That’s no different than a god cutting us down. Create a species, give them curiosity, let them…
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What the fuck is wrong with me? One moment I’m crying about a love I fumbled, the next I’m convinced this whole fucken life matrix is glitched, and I’m drowning in existential dread. Holy fucken MACKEREL—like how? Why am I even thinking of this shit? Like how does this make me better? Improve me? Fuck…
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I broke my one cardinal rule: don’t date co-workers. But like a stupid dick for brains, I did exactly that. She wasn’t just a co-worker—she was my work neighbor. We were fighting for the same cause, sharing smoke and laughter after shifts, trading pieces of our broken lives like currency. She had this grin, small…
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Because gourmet doesn’t mean you gotta wake up early. Intro:Yesterday’s dinner turned into a flavor experiment that hit harder than expected. Mom laid the foundation with rice and shrimp, but I had to throw in my own twist. Then came the pork steak rescue mission the next morning—because I’m a lazy bastard who woke up…
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Loud acid rain muffled the sounds of the night. Her exposed metal parts sizzled as she ran through the dead streets. Only a few flickering neon lights grazed the empty, cracked pavement of the lonely city. At night, only the dead could be heard — and every soul stayed indoors. She paused under the broken…
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I put the project on a mini halt and realized it was really just for shits and giggles — something I messed with when I was bored at work. It was never meant to be a main project or anything serious beyond that. So now I’m not sure… do I keep it alive, or just…
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Sometimes I wanna punch YouTube in the throat and spit in its face for throwing me garbage commercial music like I’m some random scumbag with no taste. But then…Out of nowhere…It becomes this monstrous, divine conduit, channeling relics from the gods themselves.Music so deep, so beautifully crafted, it couldn’t have come from a mortal being. If…
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Noodle Cat finally got off his bat bottom and decided to change his life around. Introducing NOODLE CAT’S HABIT TRACKER!!!!!!!!!! Meet the cutest way to stay on top of your goals!This 5-month, fillable & printable habit tracker features Noodle Cat, your adorable accountability buddy who’s here to cheer you on every step of the way.…
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I was wondering if you guys might need something like this. See, I got tired of guessing if my paycheck was right. So I made myself a simple-but-deadly spreadsheet that calculates my hours, overtime, PTO, and every little thing down to the last penny. It’s nothing fancy — just something that works. I punch in…
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Tribute Lyrics to Boogie with a Hoodie Every day the same old lying,same old style and I’m still flying,caught in a loop, yeah, I’m stunting,stop, drop — but the beat keeps running,life’s on rewind, brakes keep popping,pause, skip — but I’m still yawning. Mama said, “Boy, stop frontin’,”but I never did — I’m just wildin’,love,…
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Sometimes I want to toot my own horn. Toot toot toot. Fireworks go off. Blue eagles dip in at Mach 3 like it’s the Fourth of July. For a moment, I feel like the main character in a movie only I can see. But then I remember—I’m human. And it all settles down. These shifts in energy?…
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[Verse 1]Words are sweet when they come from the heartBut bitter when your ego tears them apartLife often feels like a clown showThe older we get, the fewer hands we hold[Verse 2]I only wanted you to knowNever meant it as a “told you so”But when ego speaks, our dreams grow bleakAnd now you’re gone…Even though…
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“Here it is, you rat bastards!!!”The revolution is no longer televised—it’s deep-fried, flame-grilled, and wrapped in foil. The Food Uprising has begun, and the streets of San Antonio are slick with queso and vengeance. 🍔 BREAKING: San Antonio Strikes Back After the Alamo was taken in Issue 2, the city retaliated with a barrage of breakfast tacos and…
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[Verso 1] Por todo lo que luché allá afuera,Por el odio que aún me condena.El orgullo que me encadena… es poco,Comparado al dolor que en mí evoco. Sentir tanta restricción me enloquece,Y hundirme en tus lágrimas, me pertenece.Las memorias vuelan hacia el “más allá”,Y tus labios… nunca fueron mi maldad. [Coro] Quisiera repetir ese momento,Perderme…
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Dicen que el diablo es tu enemigo, Pero qué tal si él fue el único que te comprendió. Pero al igual, se vienen los vergazos, Y a todos nos toca, así es la función. Cuando caes, ¿quién te da la mano? Pinches putos vienen como cuervos, Pero uno siempre sano. Vergazos llueven como relámpagos, Abranzen,…




