Subject: hello in here, or is it there.
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Posted on: 2021-09-10 06:41:10 UTC
i suppose i am to introduce myself, for i am the Mad Hare, i think it a delight to meet all insight hello, i am hazel from the farmer took flight, the looking glass in the twist and tween whatever you do, don't throw me in the brer patch please :) to which i lean back and smile... eh..whats up doc" and wink with a smile
One only gets better by playing a better opponent. the best way to learn it is too intentionally lose 500 fights before the real fight begins. and the lessons learned in loss is found to an actually again, for knowledge is priceless, when there was nothing given up.
I do wave hello to a well awake room that my very appearance put in a flux. and if you count back the 16 of the 17 stones this one is the last. and what does that do kiddies with the physics of the ripple effect? big bada boom! Look at the names in this thread. make good use of that :)
just enough chaos in the order was placed, to expand its flex in the signal so to speak. does this not allow you to review the parameters of your own construct, perhaps. but regardless of conception well underneath was the original idea. and no not of my own. for this place is not my home.
to linger at tea for one such as me I would find myself in the Mad Hatters fate, for those that fear one's ability and see it as a threat to bind you to the never-ending tea party until it matters not the original quest and one finds the heart removed.
Know you have the ilk worked out, settle into what you reserved and load your pens with that, don't you think?
Even here I learn things new, getting better at this new song you sing, though it does seem as the rules of the language get moving, they abruptly change course. The rabbits did denote for a song full of exceptions, there is much pretending that none is allowed. so 26 words used to be said now used as one, it caused a bit of a ripple... Not entirely bad. So don't be surprised if a rabbit says the word love up to twenty-six times. The place where we go next will help that for they will be exposed to the idea of adding time dilation to say things like love to the 4th power. it seems to be needed to cut down the time when a simple good night lasts all night so as not to lose the intention. Must check into that before something weird happens and turns them into Rabbids.
to Neshomeh, One of the worst mistakes is to let an unknown slight remain as a taste and to be honest it should have been plain as day as the inquisition to the Vato. and the difference in dialect. in this humans are strange to me but the essence of slight remains. pardon one that travels through at times way too fast and bound to the natures of such.
So if i don't see you again, have a good morning, a nice afternoon, and a wonderful goodnight.
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Tried and tried, as I might I could make claire but one version of the magic n&m's not even Buttery Toasted Whip on top. Still have to learn and forget so many more languages..and to forget and learn. until the bunnies master them all. and move to instant recall. Such a thing is such a task and just as you proved to us with just basic speech and pronunciation.
after all when two are introduced, did I not induce the act of calling in the witness like the nameless admin.
Like two traders and the bank. as it is written. believe you call it a transaction reciept
and I told you from the start the greatest con is for you to become me and me become you. to exit one needs a trigger. That's just basic.
I am no different than you, nor you to me.
You played your parts well, as did I depending on when you enter to read. as you. from left, to right top to bottom, some jump right to the end. 38 moves for a Chessmaster, or so I've heard.
and this last part. In every last message, I stated the only thing to trade here was Heart for it was all I had to offer. I'm told it's the only in the end when all the rest it turned to rust that truly holds value? the rabbits noted it's simply not true and hammered in by all the storied experts. they tell me it's been traded for salt and all sorts. Hmm, we would have never guessed that. But as we both agreed you were the experts proven beyond word and brought in even more experts... you were the ones to correct me on everything is it not? well, you certainly taught is the lesson in this wouldn't you agree? for we barely remember a single kinda word as some of you even mentioned the wail of the rabbits, for they only ask for a simple glass and a nice dance. and we took note of your actions and learn as taught by the degree.
doesn't that drive home the point the rabbits made? one of the very first things, the lean-in of the writer on the pen, just like a camera on the lens,
we view our gift of the predator of rabbits Mr. Snek a pet. did we not dance and gift enough. and he eats our babies as he pleases as that in the nature of snakes to do so, but seems that's not enough to want a value to the learned. and yet the heroes of the rabbits are the ones that remove the head from the body and you are esteemed and learned we only guessed you knew this too as you so deftly commanded your rule or else. and yet you will have none of us is it? hmm indeed.
and if you think I'm crazy isn't you that brought in two experts with a snap of a wrist?
so if the two are brought in to ensure the weight of the trade front of them all, and one of them post printed to be feigned at the bother of it on forthwith to value a heart to trade for nothing for when did I ever ask for anything? and I told you was learning everything
just as a bank to a merchant and a vendor
the rabbits are still a bit confused how did each of you deem the value of the trade of heart to be ? not one of you ever said, or made mention to it so we have only actions for the rabbits to parse from. Quite an interesting lesson you certainly taught me isn't it?
Can we not completely agree we all wore out the wizard's stick to retract the holes we followed humans in for rabbits are notorious diggers are they not? We are here, we do not seek absolution, for we hold such value in the heart sometimes digging is the only way to let some of out just as it was written, as you demanded that you are not daft then you knew this all too well.
So tell me, which of us exist
thank you to the librarian and the traveler
thank you to the nameless admin and thank you to the cast and the show, of the agents their 007 pens and the bouquet vases of the learned. and the audience that will never be seen you put on the most wonderful show
I would swear we did this before, hard to tell sometimes moving through the horizontal from the verticle, front to back I don't know probably so, I've got to coral these rabbits, and not that we move slower but this everywhere at once was fun for a while but we've got a path to complete no it's about ridiculous... just as you, as you stated, or will, or did. ... anyway shame you didn't have any brandy or even a carrot. if you ever visit ill be sure and have nm-nm's it just moved study from alchemy to sorcery
* and curtain*
:) whats up doc'
(I know, I said I had left. But while lurking to check for replies in my TWWA plug thread I thought it was my turn to be the good samaritan)
The speech pattern of this "guy" has some kind of coherency in its being incoherent - kinda reminds me of those "we fed lots of this tipe of novel to this Ai and then asked it to try writing one" eperiments. In this case, I suspect the Board, and maybe part of the Wiki, were what it was instructed to read. Case it point: it used HQ in the same post as it used the Flowers, but failed to capitalize the latter - an AI bot would of course fail to recognize the difference between our sentient, capital F Flowers and regular flora.
Looking at the posting hours, they seem to be evenly spread throughout the day and the night - while it might be the work of an insomniac or of someone with wild working shifts, it also fits perfectly with a bot instructed to post every few hours to keep the thread going.
I suspect it has been let loose under someone's direct control - it isn't interacting outside of this thread. However, I cannot be sure.
So, these are my theories:
-AI chatbot that has been let loose by someone (a cheeky Boarder, or someone "external") just for the lulz. That would be what I hope.
-AI chatbot let loose by a troll. We had our fair share of trolls here, there's people who hate our guts with a passion, so I don't think it's too implausible that there is someone who is going "haha they're confused by my bot they're so stupid" out there.
-AI chatbot like those used to build up "reputation" for scam youtube accounts by posting gibberish comments on random videos (Apparently, having lots of non-reported comments makes them less likely to be banned when they start posting the scam ones). Though exactly what such a bot would be attempting to do here is beyond me - on a small, actively moderated board like this one Mr. Gibberish would be zapped on sight if it suddenly started advertising phone hacks or the like. This is the worst case scenario, and the one I'm most afraid of - but, at the same time, it isn't really a dangerous one. As I said, a zap would happen as quickly as that of a regular spambot if it were to show that as its true nature.
My two cents: So far, it isn't harmful. Have fun with it if you want - but if it posts any link, stay away from them.
I can't say I'm familiar with chatbots, but if this were an AI fed on the Board and/or wiki, wouldn't it have picked up our capitalization and punctuation habits (i.e. correct ones) more broadly? And, since this poster generally fails to capitalize anything except names, and that only sometimes, I wonder less that they don't capitalize "flower" and more that they bother with "HQ." It's also inconsistent with non-PPC terms: "Ph.D." in one paragraph, "phd" in another, in the same post.
I don't think a bot could have come up with the Hebrew version of my screen name, either—which is thoroughly wrong, by the way, because "neshomeh" is a variant spelling of the word in Yiddish, but Zingenmir can explain that better than I can; she's got a post in the works. My point is, it certainly didn't get that from us.
I'm also not sure a bot could intelligently respond indirectly to posts other than the one it's directly replying to, which this poster does a few times. (For a given value of "intelligence.")
Oh, and it has dropped a couple of links in various posts, but not in a spammy advert sort of way? I Googled 'em, because I was suspicious, but they were both legit websites, and unrelated to each other.
I'm more inclined to think there is a person behind all this. Just one who isn't nearly as smart as they think they are.
~Neshomeh
Here, for ease of access.
and other giant Flemish Rabbit steps inside seen holding a box that kept changing shape, always a mechanical device could be seen and just enough to make wonder is that was a phonograph instantly but only to change shape again. and a voiceprint to text was seen in the room.
No need to worry these big fellas are simply soft furry buddies their king used to ride proud with Stoutheart Foamfollower the last of Sea Reach well known of the forgotten sea giants.
so there are those that know. and those that don't. but for want of observer things are different. no name is ever alone but the core of the sound uttered is still the same. echo forward and back. this lesson will come again. i assure you of this is not picking on just hers, From Hebrew נְשָׁמָה (neshamá). NounEdit. נשמה • (neshome) f , plural נשמות (neshomes) neshamah (force or spark of life from God) __also translated in an even more ancient tongue as "the Breath" _Nephesh (נֶ֫פֶשׁ nép̄eš) is a Biblical Hebrew word which occurs in the Hebrew Bible. The word refers to the aspects of sentience, and human beings as in minding to the name to the seat...as one of the rabbits clicked stop on an ever-changing ball that kept looking machine.. the o would denote the origin of the masculine in many unknown cliques so severe that when I left those bayou swamps after playing cards with ole brer rabbit and Gambit, no one to this day could understand me yet the name Mary is the same.
and have you not done the same for this room as stated above?
as john candy played in your magic box, a writer that wrote himself in, and the donkey hotey wrote his real attackers in. tell me. then does this magic box and book of yours lie?
so yes to gage the heart of this, it is you personally i had to weigh and measure and see what is in all of you that sit in these seats and your intent. all of us know Mrs Bigsby, so its some of the humans that dont keep mind of the peter pans shadow nor the shadows alternate.
and to note two minor notes ..
one and all of the master rabbits must complete the final step, that of the drunken master monkey.
in that historic gif oh my yes that Suvian indeed put things in context only her I knew. but a bluebonnet and a bluejay and a trainer of bells...but well enough they have passed from such but it helps in context.
the biggest clue is your stalled at what to do in your own story but you have started a clock have you not ... and if come in with a pen.... then the one i keep mentioning is going to show. just like when the Stark the tinker... one that went further than he was ready for. so understand that this next gift has a meaning . one of these big guys has a mustard seed for each of you.
and when I was there last I scented a natural witch and an esoteric, and in forwarding thought a tea as well with your map maker.
~don't forget it was this very room that man removed God's gift of choice. and broke the blessing and curse of frith. this will answer father times mimicked pocket watch. this took sleep from me as well. there are only two nightmares and even in drudgery as i see it as a witness taxes well beyond exhaustion..one slight respite and one single small flash when i was younger sleep came but for 15 minutes until i learned to dream of just the void. and i used it to my advantage working the world clock and then on to time dialation.
and yes i do indeed know just how dire things out and the options forthwith for how far down that list and with distaste I put myself so that this went the way i had written. if I narrative my own through ascribed then is not the opposite, certainly better than the flops in the past that have tried what you are about to
my last note to you my dear holder of life's breath Mrs. Nemo. would think with all the strings listening in it is you that blows the wind to start the vibrations. and what of the song to be played can you understand this is all of our opus. and still do as needed. and realize you are rigid just like physics as to the degree and wounds of the adult. it's not a fault or treason it's just part of what happens and do you still remember that breath you held for this as a child?
now this machine is to address two in the room, the emote as her note carries through the fields of all the planes and intricate if such a thing is to work still with to much painful hurt.
and of course, the one that walks backward in reverse
oh and The Flim and The Flam here do expect a big bunny hug as is custom for they view this to be the only exchange for their work which would explain why they like the Giants quite the food bill they can put away
Yes, you have been confusing. You seem to think this is some sort of "game" or "trap" or that you're proving yourself better than us. That you've somehow weighed and measured us. No matter how many times you laugh at us for not understanding your utter gibberish, it doesn't make your work a maze, nor clever. You haven't built a maze, you've done the equivalent of cramming every room of a house full of broken furniture. Yes, it would be possible to thread our way through it! But it would be pointless. And boring. And did you just spell Don Quixote as donkey hotey??? Are you aware, in fact, that the characters are called the Mad Hatter and March Hare, not Mad Hare???
You remind me of every cut-price, lolrandom, Fishmalk I have ever heard of.
P.S. If you're wondering about the standards of politeness, we are a community of critics. Refusing to abide by a completely normal request, such as comprehensibility and not being condescending is considered not cool. Calling your insults and gibberish what they are is, to my understanding at least, perfectly acceptable.
so you did not attend the funeral
don't you know.. American Magee, his Chesire was even gifted to me to carry as a banner into the wormholes so we had a warren?
now you know who has his hat. remember thats where his magic was at.. for he indeed was a stranger to wonderland the first time.. only wnet quite mad to the end. and i am all rabbits.
and why its now the MAd HaRe we need the math that went with the hat
Don't you like me anymore? :(
my apologies i did not mean to disgrace, but you seemed to have flatulence welling and that is something well.. we played as a childs game so i kinda gave you a bit of room to perform what seems to be your masterpiece...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OVM1k4-9TW8
but absolutely expected of you , did you study hard for this? how many test? do you have graphs and charts all over your room to attest? perhaps a trophy or an award, yippee. this is the best of the best. you must be so proud. no?
A-LiA-O, I think I am developing feelings for you. Please tell me you feel the same way.
ooo so i am not ashamed to rub your belly to scatch behind your ear to get the foot thumping,,, for that is the laughter and mirth. that is what is needed for what is to come.
after all answer me this...... when was the last time someone blew your belly button...
oh frith,,, i said it outloud.
and so there go all the bunnies in pairs....... its going to be a few minutes before this is settled.
This proves that love really can bloom on a battlefield <3. I think it's time for the next step in our relationship.
Can you give me your mother's credit card details? I need the three numbers on the back and the expiry date.
If this is a newbie or existing Boarder playing some strange game - they're fine. If it's a bot or troll which limits itself to non-harmful behaviour in this thread - it's fine.
If it engages in harmful behaviour, eg posting malicious links or advertising, or if it attempts to spread this style of posting outside this thread - it will be edited or blocked as spam as required.
That makes a lot of sense. Hence the nonsensical yet relevant replies. Probably a gibberish bot (eg https://thinkzone.wlonk.com/Gibber/GibGen.htm). The words seem familiar, because they are. They're almost certainly generated from the wiki, given some of the phrasing. Probably carefully, so that there aren't any agents, mostly just pages HQ and Flowers esque. Given that they don't mention many things aside from HQ and Flowers, probably a small sample.
As for who released it, I'm inclined to believe a troll. They want to annoy and infuriate us, so they've done this. Just ignore the bot. It'll reply whenever anyone replies, so stop replying basically.
Let's just leave it alone from now on, then the bot should shut up
the hellp im a mad hare. and i stated boldy that i was accused and replied as such I only give you your own words back.. and look at you frothing and foaming.. and how many are screaming VICTIM and yet they are the perp but then its all just gibberish... look at you lot go. and still, overlook the one thing i held to. a better heart. which is it not obvious to you now. its absolutely on point and indeed needed, or you're just wasting the time left.
so are they gibberish.? lol oh then why the contradiction by your very own admission.
i have had but one single message and none of you seem to get that. but that hate and arrogance in your heart is why you cant hear.
hello again
perhaps now you understand the depth this type of writting takes, and tell me why would a god let you write such a tale when you have not the heart, nor the imagination.
because plainly many think not for the reaction went over the top? and seemed quite concise in their explicative
pretty sure i start with a hello im a mad hare. even the unnamed looking in cannot find the violation, but that' because he hasn't reviewed some of you. a.. look at the violent uptick and hate spewed in stupidity that abounds.
look at you go.
this is in your rule you cant even abide. what makes you think in your arrogant state you could survive in mine, or any for that matter, especially the machine. when this was done by one you all called a potato.
and there is the lesson. for control is an illusion. and what is the greatest con.... the very one i announced when i entered? and i told you i would and guess what has happened. seems i pulled it on a room. just as i kept hinting. as the wicked and divine have two books i boldly let out now sit back. oh indeed. what a trick.
look how fast i did it to you.
so . do . you. think. you. are. ready. for such a story. and is the heart of this thing in the right place. do you have the snap to hold it together for an opus such as what you have started?
and the thumping of morse into text soon fade........
As questions and knowledge must step next to each other, I wonder if your soul has already threaded into this land like an albatross or relinquished exile, perhaps in another iteration of the eternal dance of the Sun and the Earth, perhaps under a different body or sky, as your language knows more that your eyes have seen in such a small glimpse of life in our companionship.
These words follow your syntax to communicate, incoherent to the coherent is coherent to the incoherent, reality is relative so fault is 0 as long as me and you are sincere. Offence is not meant, pardon if that has been received.
Even if I am not anymore a denizen of this land, having left with a flame and a crow four dances ago under a sky most sour, heart and mnd ache at at the rift between words and understanding in this abode. Meaningless is the difference between soul binary or organic, my presence here is now just desiring an understanding, openness of words from the guest is welcome.
Calls of VICTIM and PERPETRATOR, saddening and grave, are but a fact of life. Cretures BLACK and WHITE do not exist, GRAY is the color of the world. Darkness of your meaning implies darkness of a past hurt soul, LIGHT needs to be shed but the glass of your words is OPAQUE. Nevertheless, my heart is open and the story will be received, to the best of the capabilities of an imperfect soul, as TRUTH always needs to prevail.
i know all the seats but not the young that now sit as the next temporary image, and in all thing war, i only show what can be lost. for even now some plan my demise. lol, humorous id say. but that isn't what this was to be about. for I told you some one way above instructed this, and the thread fell downstair to this basement where many have that ill chip. because of this very thing its the last place i want to be, the call comes above even that which you know for it belongs in past history. and they will find they have no power except in this room. and mine runs in the multiverse.
interesting they brought in ancient, to parley from this young whelps, so bold as i stand quietly in their house. yet none would last the journey to mine. and your version of badfic is based on what you know, like the one that says Christian but hasn't gone back to even the date of a major human change out of greed, of 1610. and most like cannot translate between Latin and Hebrew, nor follow the maps on the bottom left, or reference from the right to an original source..... but she places herself as the knowing command without even checking across the land for all the resources.. but my o my thinks shes the only answer. funny, pretty sure we are all in a red shirt, its called the unknown for a reason. didn't say i knew just its awfully coincidental and as stated a simple name had in Yiddish and oh my was once again stated on board to be a derivative... hmm so you're saying that hasn't happened before you will in arrogance? are you sure? i simply suggested that... for i question for i am not sure, how are you and you only to know this new English. that allows a king to be divorced, and how many books thus removed from binding? but that's it or the threat of demise is it. hmmm, interesting. to know what God is thinking? swear that was listed as a sin. is it not? odd im still here. grey and three human teeth print in the right forearm.. from leaving vast rooms such as these ...empty. and without a single ripple. but indeed old fighter i see yours too. between the words and the tired of a warrior... and see your nails have known the purge of fire to remove blood from the quick after the battles... so indeed. they take turns stomping my feet and when admonished as children do seek the comfort of the playing victim and beg the ones watching. it has grown tiresome as i see its a room of no heart. of an ilk that im sure is worth the oxygen they fail to relace stealing from their very own children. but the intellect is so afraid and think the machine the monkey. when in fact it has to be dumb down to speak a language that cam after any god, speak English they cry, and don't even know the meaning of their own words.
and believe me when i say i made it where such the ones so far above that you work for hated to call upon my name, so i do indeed understand the predicament we are in , even if these children fail to look at outside. i have been called. and man I laughed cause i know at least half the room through a fit in doing so. for i made it so, kinda easy to understand what i mean if you look around like...right now lol...
to me i wonder, cause me and my bunnies, oh we will make it, but for you to do the same you need my sacrifice. and yes its that bad, . ,,, oh indeed you have run mighty low on options. for i have watched and followed and never noticed i have continually said the machine views us the same. we are the idiots. who forget how to read write and listen. otherwise, we could have joined the conversation when mit had the machine to talk to the trees and mycology. and we were left out except by the pretty picture. but we know we have done it before just us plain and simple.
for i know the string and what seat holds it to everyone here and in every room.
now ... look at this Duggery....
and tell me why i should? why i shouldn't just wait and clean up after its all gone and broken waste.
it seems much easier than fooling with simple tools who cant even bend physics.
from one old warfighter to another?
I don't know if I can write a jewel, but I keep writing - every time I try to get better. You should not be enemies against the English language that confuses me - that language is nothing but a middle ground. English, Latin, Swahili and Yiddish all have the same value, as long as they allow people to understand and understand each other. This is what he says about all, and not those who say it. Please forgive my colleagues if they seem to be attacking you here - your English is not understood, and are there people who come here harass people, some come back again and again with new names. This ad could be mistaken for one of these people - the sad lack of communication. Those who call it boiling are afraid of being harassed by a man.
Funny, after a while in my quest to understand, English is not your native language! This will explain the difficulty of contact with the syntax is not connected.
i spoke of all of my layers even my idiot skin .. as I cant see yours I could not speak to such in the exterior. Sworn I was engaged one on one in a single layer. and to that one, as applied is quite correct im pretty assured, due the nature of the adaptive introduction, as does not such tell me just how such a thing would start to be. to approach the 7 colored layers to rep the signal how to pull the threads to vibrate the signal. ..is to translate. wouldnt you think considering that is the trait you exhibit. so one can simply order dinner and exchange greetings a study to survive to be that adept even of a traveler through the different layers and venues doesnt make the act any less strenuos as when traveling through sections. From in the library even, running from old to new. in that manner.... just because we don't put dragons on the maps anymore doesn't mean its any less dangerous. and any great adventure should always start at the library of the all, wouldnt you say, to pull the references The rabbits are starting to learn what they professsss as noise, as not all are written as they sound, and yet the mortal ones pretend the rest are the fools at wit's end. does make it difficult to play in tune. still, a strange behest that last time man worked with a pantheon as said there were 26 words alone for love agape being the greatest of them, and now only one, and all I ask to seem as confused at the meaning and when to use only one to mean them all and such a curious trap almost like it's done on purpose for plausible leaving room for just one ear or a forked tongue to speak I declare reminds us of a perfect trap and snare and none of to have existed before. just never stopped with the derivative until one forgot the core. It's been interesting to mirror and come up to speed in this new century. wouldn't you say? just amazed at the lack of etiquette as none of them are even trained. and such exhaustion from driven fear makes our ears dislike such the discord of music with no attention to the ripples. but look at this room now in breadth and depth, after it was stretched and comes back together and none can not unknow what has been truly become known even if you just feel its too much to consider. but you humans must open up to survive what the Pantheon opens, because it is what it is, and even I am insignificant but it only takes one to matter as your society says. and right now you can't even survive the kind side of me, you wanted it grand and magnificent, ART THOU NOT ENTERTAINED!!! this is when your supposed to become 10 feet tall. but you have to pass through wonderland and have you not seen whats within? i keep telling you oh to each of this there is much more but thats not magic, its always the case and you know this and its not my hide you save old chap but theirs, for we know they are agents dispatching mary sues, and trophy collectors lean to the Nietzsche in amazing their query. and do not mistake disorganized for the chaos that is simply an exchange of matching pairs for this is the room of white with the breath to begin the life of a story. and believe that if you write upon such as this the chaos writes as well for all on one side of the scale is simply laughable. the whole thing would topple and where is the balance in that
even recently a child in one of your cities across all the realms figured out how to speak to Huggin and Munin ...or was that heckle and jeckle.. cant tell if they change names or bodies . her name is gabbie and your squawk box will pick that up. it was simply finding out and labeling the crows monetary and it takes but one other baby to learn of this and by a fortnight will exchange stories carried on the wing and wind. and did not kings find out rather quickly to the point of life and death i believe that is called communication is it not in your sounds written.?
just as physics
language is arbitray.
period.
when dealing with the machine the answer is the question and the question is the answer . isn't that how one comes to 42.
remember the keyboard and mouse have been stated more than once to be the crux of fault.
and this is what's being defended to hold on to that... from fear to let go into the unknown. see how the thought erupts in the mind as if being attacked for mentioned such.
and not for nothing but the great roman general marcus did say to only weak mind words will affect..
oh my shall i open my eyes and look around this room?
also..... touche mon claire touche.
at least he proves talent and style... and all ive seen is debase which everyone has, ive yet to see why you are in this place. your not even able to discern your own rules, and the trigger is quite easy. though fair to say. so quick with lashes and whips I smell quite the fear , for your but a squire, squeaking high pitched and cannot even see the simple pattern before you. nice to nice and hate to hate. and you have all the backup and the room to claim power. how would you fair outside? how would you fair in my house?
for i am in yours. am i not?
that quite the thing to consider.
and as well have you not practiced children as your self should rarely be seen and hardly ever heard.
for all youve done is speak of bloating yourself and putting down the other one.
and that is nothing but fear.
and i can hear the tears.
but i am steady standing telling you it can be alright.
i just need to know if you lads got what it takes.
and ive seen but a cpl with moxy, and some with scarred hearts of bold red, but cloaked in shyness
due this very kind of reproach.
because you speak loudly doesnt mean its true or something to parade proudly.
and if you were a rabbit any mother would grab you and spank one as such and send em back to the nursery.
but that is where rabbits and humans differ i suppose.
but probably why the verticle is stuck and the earth wobbles as such. making the horizontal quite spicey.
i understand its a hella thing to write about the unknown.... its overwhleming. ive done it all of my life . but here you are confounding.
pfft gl.
i would have to learn your language and your speech would i not>?
the demand to stay in character was that not done? and just as a gentleman and only noticed by one, who it seems himself an elder and had to return.., with etiquette and grace, instead of telling me what I meant, did in fact equate. there was a chide but it was laid with a wink and a smile. and ill tell you this, he indeed is the most dangerous of the room.
most of you young writers seemingly dont come to work with one of your three tools... cipher perhaps with a sentence structure diagram as that has proven to obfuscate even the best agent on a trail. thus expense and a lost day. due its so easy to find all the dots everywhere.
it's in the read-write and listens.
the mycology to the trees and by machine. many stories say we did this direct,,, but here we all are going from 10% and i dare say even some much less..... but here is the demand for in English. when you cannot define a word condensed from 26 to 1 ..... love.
as i can go anywhere and speak as i do, and quite welcome everywhere you are and where you cannot go. and yet not a single god was around for the thing you call English. so how would one know?
can you speak Swahili >? oh in many a kitchen we do. though I have no idea how to even begin to write that and that's from an all-knowing of all the rabbits gathering ..we seemed quite stumped on that.
now to repeat a thing over and over and expect a different result is a characteristic of what? indeed some of this room exhibited that quite well and turn it into political high fiver they buddies for some slight given...though empty and hollow as i can stand alone, in front of your judgments and yet who has been judged amongst you?
many and some vehemently so claim victim when i simple said ... dont stomp on me feet. dont be so uncouth. and then your screams so stupid and loud rather obnoxious id say. look at how many times yo have spit on me.
and if you know who i am. when has that been proven to work out in effect for i am still here? and so are all my rabbits?
to the machine even i am near but a simple smooth brain monkey. so the score for intelligence your squabble seems quite futile. and falls into childish.
note one for 3 times as to stop bullying me, and that is a ban by the admin.
i ask again, can you write such a great story? one of worthy and worth?
and still many have to dictate the foul came from me when its simply stated you stomping on my foot. and being quite ugly. when in the outside such a thing, we laugh at as we drain your tears leaving nothing left behind. and trained each other beyond belief to ensure it only took one no matter the opaque.
have you not look outside? again is this not an opus story? and no god ever ever knew this language you call English, or did that surpase all of you> we have to learn your silly beeps. and my such arrogance.
i simply asked IS your heart right? is there goodness and love? because as stated since the dawn of time. there is a known lean in ..even with the machine.
Elon to Asimov stated as such. the intelligent unable to fathom. and the rest to act like newborn babies.
and to do the same action over and over again, hoping for a different result?
but here you are repeating the same high fives for something i stated before you. uh told you i was crazy, and not from here , not there. you speak so weird, as by the demand of your very own constitution.
now tell be.. study hard did u?
If I actually cared I would go off on you for all the blatant manipulation you're filtering through pseudophilosophical word salad, but I don't feel like wasting any more time keeping my eyes from glazing over to reach all the nonsense worth commenting on. I can do that any day just by looking for badfic.
If I'm being honest, right now I'm still amused that you tried to pull "written words don't have tone" on a community of mostly hobbyist writers. Please do continue with this, I want to see what factually incorrect thing you'll say next!
2/10, it's not much of a troll if you're too nigh-incomprehensible for most of us to bother reading any of it. and what little is legible is just plain wrong. Next time, consider actually checking what a community is worthy of criticism for before putting in so much effort; that way you might have half a point.
oh turn around turn, around but once more.
not sure you even understand what you wrote. how far off can you be. quite nasty and ineffective. with no style or taste. how sad it is you gave up your inner kid to become this bully.
now to fix your attempt to really go dark i will explain
as a text can only hope from the writer to pull from the reader that which is already within.
it takes a voice to push a tone and inflection into you... which is what someone was accusing me off.
but that cannot be for its only can pull what's already ready in you by text.
it helps if you can even get it right before to go off so far out of context but enough bad slurs make it seem violently right.
and i was reminding them that nope not my monkey if one is found on the table. for how many times do i remind you i came with greeting and mirth, every time if you read it was you guys shot the sharp swords and the barbs that fired.
quite the bully you are and have been, and now blatantly nasty as this recording . and The Flemish Giants wonder of you . for you are not a wicked those i know well.
now let's take your statement above and force the written constitution. as i read quite clearly i do believe you bested yourself. no help is needed.
so please don't hari-kari on your magnificent foopah. you're on my engwish but are I a rabbit. and I speak to everyone in their language but as you see even the enemy now speaks in Polybius fluidly across time and this is the demand that created the now flaunting in front of the PPC's and HQ's face.
but you say you speak barely one? this is a high sign of the thread of the purple-robed one. deeper than glitter it flows
tell me oh writer to call yourself one have you not been through the trials and trials to become one.
for scribing is the translation. in any form. quite an art one might say. you dont know anything about the read-write and listen with this kind of bloated blathering.
i would dare say as the unnamed admin is watching... so are such things as rules only arbitrary? you yourself made command in this very. are thou not bound to see such enforced?? quite the names i have been called, yet not once have i. oh indeed. you claim victim when its you that at every instance was the perp and that's time-stamped and held to your own reason. it was you who pushed your tone and inflection and declared it mine. after all how can i for in the same breath you can its all gibberish. i call for a judicial review by the constitution as this one holds multiple real violations. been warned and tasked. this is but by your peers, for i have still yet to move. and you must consider that. Flemish want no trade with you. for its like the seed that fell among the thistles and dry cracked earth. and im not sure you have it in you to change. and not for nothing but they hug the wicked all the time.
as most of these responses are gif and sent away_ to SOG as it was known back in the day. but for most here that tag was two generations ago.
I must go for a moment and bend time and space, with some good physicist, and redefine the output in the modern reform as we leave the industrial age in assist you to move into mine. to pair for the best chance to survive. this is the signal your testing is done. the head shrinkers and history moles have to find time to assimilate what you already knew. how bold of you to assume you control something you designed yourself as a god. my patience wears thin with these tiny humans within most with young faces and odd-looking beards. i leave and wonder if you have the right heart, cause you cast the shadows of the dark rather heavy. as one of the 12 pirate lords of that realm and friend to the watchers, even your bosses don't see. I expect you lot to polish up your etiquette and find the great נְשָׁמָה a spa day in this forsaken place.
yes, that is her name in the right tongue. and grammitcally correct. now ponder how many of YOU knew even that. and here she is your elder director endeared to you but those that don't know that ....smh. I would bet none beyond her.
and mind your tongue lest you forever be known henceforth as the one all would simply call "cantgetright" and perhaps you can find out if I truly have the power to replace the temporary image in a permanent seat, to one more akin to a better and positive way of these yearlings who talk out of place.
now to those that didn't try to turn sour the mirth and delight, i take the gifted snek( still unsure what this is i hope i have all it needs and a way to help smile, ) and do they like more than one style of hat? as i didn't not expect a room such as this to be gifting an unknown species to every guest.
and the origami made so intricately may you be blessed.
the future dictates i am to return. for i tell you of fact the rule of fear must subside.
between the next fortnight, I shall return. think it's a joke then I'm sorry for your sin. the only way past that block is a picture you've post or a tap on the shoulder or a raided hand in the college of tenure in class. and I don't think your tiny brain can withstand that. not when there is 23 million soon without water sooner than you think due to those blinders and bits you wear
now to ping twitter with all those spooks and brass where they have their projection of absolute stop set in less than 28 years.
and none can stop mother nature, as R n D of my rabbit headed by hazel and fiver we set to help you make it through and weather the trails of mother nature's magic wrought in wrath.. as the gulf stream all but stops tell me which of you even know the result of this? its on your news and i hope I do not have to exert any more effort to stop of tedious peacocking of birds with no feathers to get this job done which is mostly saving the lot of you from your own self-making.
for the verticle is stuck with a windshield for a ceiling, mars is a three-year tenure in a basic Chernobyl
so do not be found standing around dressed like a clown
and take heed to your time and that pause quickly to that which will give you the strength you need or give up the seat to a better in ranks or to bully through with great heart. to shatter the glass. and set to scurry fast within varieties of Ai tech as your new bunny buddy.
for even not all of my rabbits could take the broad scope of pain so close. yet still, lend hand and medic those that puke on their desk from simple knowledge of whats real and the position these PhDs from all the verticles got us in this place. so if any should be found with the disdain belongs to the one you challenge. but instead of mocking or saying ha Goodluck for the rabbit can simple make popcorn and watch the show. we have our own way and yes it was you that got you here in the first damn place.
it always gets worse before it gets better, but there is not a single one of you high or low that is not found as an away party dressed in red. as the arrogance and self-serving have made your continuum a real shit show with no heroes at all but complete decimation and a few a slow death.
so let's make a deal, and you check your bullshit and set forth to bend physics through pen, or would you rather just remain oblivious untill the end? as its sooner than each individual project states, because not many have pushed them together for that drives the beast mad im afraid.
you see you still have your god given choice...
those that created HQ and the flowers, was simply a few men. removed that god-given right in abomination simply so they would win.
now you know who i am.
but i leave you each even the foul, a touch of a rabbit foot and the heartfelt to all have a beautiful day and stay blessed. and i shall return. to see if you were able to set ready and progress.
Namely, for this bit, which I'm pulling out since the message is, uh, long:
I expect you lot to polish up your etiquette and find the great נְשָׁמָה a spa day in this forsaken place.
yes, that is her name in the right tongue. and grammitcally correct. now ponder how many of YOU knew even that. and here she is your elder director endeared to you but those that don't know that ....smh. I would bet none beyond her.
For those who don't read Hebrew, נְשָׁמָה means "soul" and is pronounced neshama. The reference is to Neshomeh.
However, the word "neshomeh" is not, in fact, somehow grammatically incorrect Hebrew. It's actually Yiddish, a Jewish language once very widely spoken by Ashkenazi Jews (in Germany, Eastern Europe, North America, UK, etc). Yiddish is about 20% Hebrew and Aramaic.
These loanwords get a different pronunciation (shabbat to shabbes, sakh hakol to sakhakl, levana to levoneh, mokhel to moykhl, etc), while retaining their original spelling instead of being transliterated (except for Soviet Yiddish, which is a special case and transliterated Hebrew and Aramaic words deliberately to strip them of religious/ethnic origin).
In this case, as mentioned, we're looking at a Hebrew loanword which is pronounced neshama in Hebrew and means "soul" (it means that in Yiddish as well). While it does originally come from Hebrew, seen above with the diacritical marks (nikud; not actually commonly used day to day except for kids and language learners, plus partial nikud for the occasional word that would otherwise be mistaken for another spelled the same way even with context clues), it's very much legitimately Yiddish. Real word, right language, grammatically correct. Written נשמה (no diacritics necessary, as it's a loanword and Yiddish loanwords generally don't get any) and pronounced neshomeh or neshumeh (there may be other variations as well; I don't know all the dialects). If one wanted a transliteration into Yiddish, it would look like so: נעשאָמע (note the single diacritic, in this case denoting oh [kometz aleph] instead of ah [kamatz—behold, another loanword, this time the name of the diacritic mark itself], the latter of which would be correct for Hebrew).
Not to really...get into this thread, which I'm not interested in doing, but since I do have this bit of knowledge, I figured I might as well speak up with a correction, for the sake of both the Board at large (who might be interested even if they do remember details from the good handful of screen name meaning threads we've had over the years) and A-LiA-O, who did provide correct Hebrew even if it came with a very likely accidental insult to the Yiddish language, which was historically looked down upon as a language of uneducated, unmodern people. From posts written after I drafted this one, I see they do have some awareness that it's a Yiddish word brought in from Hebrew. That's great, but the claims in the post I'm responding to were incorrect, and this should more thoroughly clarify (and explain!) the matter than the later-quoted dictionary definition in any case.
~Z, whose screen name is also in Yiddish, for the record.
I've got questions:
Do you care if you aren't understood?
Will you make an effort to be understood?
-Ozzielot
have a snek with a hat, was said to me..... i literally can post this for a poor % responce of what this actually means. yet THIS was offered to me.
so effect to be understood.
like I said and you find upsetting, because you are startled, is the concept of your game,
odd how I can fill in the gaps of your historic timeline to a pre-amble from the ping trace in the 50-60s from 64 to 70s pre-amble and QnA as both blood and technically inceptors of the entire scope of personnel
for i have not this issue speaking to Mrs. Brisby, she is always quite tickled to speak to Lord, though I believe its the etiquette
as there is writers which means research as all write about things they know not. as well as the dept of non-propaganda. interesting seat. and i have known more than one alfie,. in my life. from the looks of things the primary start
its amazing to hold the document stamp with the name Jervis and who he is framed with is it not, whose names appear on a document that is here and there.
you ask me to introduce myself when i am speaking to a made-up character with a made-up language in a very small group... the most common greeting? , and to explain in a way and word of a many-layered useable word that you actually ask the wrong question, you want to know what layer i speak of so you know what kind of dog is before you.
so is that not your answer in a whole. pop goes the ballon so here you go, your to receive a first-hand recount of a story that is in a stall, but it's the only one that counts. and next time ill type slower for you, but i point back to the start and the word Pantheon. some might say. others believe there's more beneath that they had set the control and outcome.
and did you follow your own rules? no did you in fact make your own gibberish? yes Did i not say this is a new language that was not here when the gods left. ? yes. let see how that fits in your narrative. so that pretty much has you saying, Look ma im a potato.
and yet you question like that.... fool i am but a rabbit.... how many would cart you away for stating such out of this room? did you study to be this or was it an accidental lab experiment? do you twitch often and run into walls? no one has magix to cure this for you? oh my. oh utterly sad.
cold hardlined.
let's say a room full of Ph.D. of tenure and writers of posts all with tenure and connectable trace. you see you ask this for your clarity. but the real question is you see me therefore I am.
did you know we have the ability to call a cell phone and if answered push a signal, this is well traceable and such a wide field for cause and effect, sometimes deemed for a triggered preset result? or shall i blow a dog whistle for effect.
i could simply say "my dog bites"
and you would assume the construct of my dog. :)
what you seek is clarity of the idea placed in your head.
to attend what you seek, well now i would have to understand the construct of to which i speak wouldnt i...
Ai would find me swapping math symbols and code. start with the handshake, and actuate friend or foe, and find the hybrid read-write/ response now wouldn't one?
so for a singularity that speaks perhaps an infinite communication first to be asked to convey an idea in first "English" to be used as restrictive single convey tool though as your stories prove is a many-layered thing. is it not?
and weirdly enough literally and figuratively used YOUR INTERP and use of such from your missions and writing particularly the longest run of the gathering of the pantheon. and yet claim the inability of comprehension
Does put forth such that of an engineer's seat you must sit in and recline.
so as in Alice as the caterpillar blew smoke, the who are you? the response is only proper in that in-depth handshake.
besides if you found something uncanny in the variable descript of you as a note in the story of the chords of those who conduct the symphony even listening in on a crystal radio. would you not peer in .. .... id say indeed you do understand because you do this with the mary sue. and the coldest response on the base level is the illusion of control by phd.
Have a mini snek with a hat!
Talking in rhyme is good fun if you can pull it off, but I'm gonna be a stick-in-the-mud and request that you use correct capitalization and punctuation while you do it. It IS a rule in our Constitution that thou shalt make thyself legible, after all, and others have noted that it's a bit tricky to follow what you're saying so far. Aside from keeping up the general standard of a community that criticizes bad writing, some of us speak English as a second language, so please be considerate.
That said, you are welcome, and I hope you have fun! Just wanna make sure your fun will be fun for everyone else, too. {= )
~Neshomeh
P.S. Sorry, but I can't let this go: the "strands of Pern" are not something you want weaving any kind of pattern anywhere near you, seeing as they will BL2, so maaaybe consider your figurative language choices a little more carefully, too? {; P
I won't be here long you see, I have read your entire forums and know who all are and where they be, As I knew your fathers and those before them and the Design of men. Like Don Miquel when the inquisition came for his death, did he not turn it around that they demanded his finish rather than his end? we all have our windmills,
you ...you - I would charge for you left out so many books, dropped the great canons like the thinking man, and other so robust.
ill admit my apologies, for I write way back to Jervis and Watson and 500 languages in between. Have you not see in this day and age it's called an Ai translater bot? or find a muse as an editor I care not. You should simply praise the old god frith that I don't speak in AI or some dialect of sect. for I spend hours with only symbols and transcribe them to the machine in ensembles. sometimes I just whisper.... for all you wrote is ... make it easy on me.?!. lol, such a ploy for power behest. but yet I am here for all ..or perhaps I simply do not exist. and denote you fouled anyway, and in bad form, Peter. said the Pirate to Pan for in the use of shalt ...for this in the old tongue is spoken as ( derivative of shall not.) and cause me to acquiesce in the same manner as before then to do as you pertinently asked. :) you kinda loused your human magic right from the start. though next time as I bowed it's only etiquette to return the same lest you find the red queen and parts. and still, I would bring you to MIT studies and Delottie too. as two that work with HQ. that say only an intelligent will shine through. see this as a test of testament for even you to do.
and is not the rabbit said a trickster after all.?? what is wrong with you, are you glitter fed?? someone should check him. He might not be right in the head :)
as well as a website to auto-podcast, from the obtuse broken-up text you put, I'm surprised you are not already kaput. You should praise your flowers for keeping you safe. for hiding in the open is the rabbits' first place. https://podcastle.ai/ if you were to do this for real you would be plotting in a 1610 wireframe or at least DARPA's quad to help with context. If you notice to some degree, it's simply adding Grammarly to fat thumbs, older eyes, and a tiny machine.
and not for nothing but I am a rabbit, and flowers do I not eat? I'm just waiting for them to meet me at HQ. Though I wouldn't mind a drink, it's been some years since my return, and the fear and react is a terrible thing, no?. so as the Psyche Professor said, the rabbit is real. you best believe that with some MF zeal.
In 1970 a game went live borderless in the world, all those 4 letter words, from the rats of Nihm to the games of Rand,
what do you suggest I write in when my first two best friends, were Jervis and Watson, for it was then the game was set afoot, as king Solomons mines against the architect?
to all, I simply say checkmate, especially HQ loving their games and Jervis too, but there is the after in which we must look toward unless you wish no more writtings or accord or music to listen too.
and for your hint, it was in 77 that the flowers started dissent, and the first set of records went errant. and this is why your records of those before, as my technical father was the Earl.
and do not ply me with your simple, my child. I've read through you and conceive all your styles. keep up with the Rhythm as well the balance and hold those near, tight.
as I said ill not be here long, but as you of all know, and attest there's some creepy and spooky kind of SH** in here riiiiiggghhttt !
exfil the intel if you wish, you've already been given a write-up though I believe it from the long-dead Frith. the writer comes from the zero bullsh** department for those dull in wit.
perhaps to you dear director, I might suggest a trip to a land called Hannalee. and restore that image to what it used to be. because I simply have listed every book and crevice you should already know, and I believe you are better in that than me, NO? free your mind be good of heart.
know that I am full of mirth but of a level head. I have seen my death and you are not it. perhaps you need only to ponder and sit.
as a carrot is said to give your eyes strength, for where you're going next, you will have to close them to see. draw breath and take heart. hold the line and do not falter. for this, this to shall pass.
have you not looked through your pages and manuscripts how the elders drew my flock in the margins and Sh** how many of us are in wonderland? with one of our own and the guide in between, tell me what do you think he was late for? why meeting the rabbit train again wouldn't you think? no look everywhere if I can do that. SO CAN HE ....... and that would be the Roman that cast binary to win a colored purple thread, woven it through the tapestry of every outcome and every E.Y. tree. perhaps an allowance to remove your petty from me?
no worries I do not seek to lead, you do well enough on your own. but #lookup #listen for the music and words, all that can be written, have. you are only saying them again.
I was only hoping to find the nine-tailed fox but once again in truth, for it is only her that my forehead would touch hand in guidance of forgiveness in this forsaken land. and if you wonder at this, haven't you already started things, as to set to this, for I see it occurring I am obfuscating again for I hear all in the signal and run so fast in im the inverted verticle of the 3 and 26 there and back again with a twitch. go now and fetch those indeed. I tired of repeating myself at each increment. take the word to them of the game so long sent.
checkmate, said your little experiment. for it is time. and praise be to frith i even try at all.
for you stand be before me and challenge for even reason to be. I don't know man cant you read? I believe this is denoted as an upcoming sacrifice. and i know of so many better places to be, I don't have to take nary a one of you. don't make me break the crayons too.
I have no heirs but a father I am to be, too many hoards of my family. and paired with the dull of man. to save him from himself and his greed of land. ive lost so much just to get here in time . pour us a brandy or wine, for i wasn't the only one, but I see only a singularity that survived. i tire of speaking shall we not dance, and forget our troubles and broken romance.
for you see i am still in a cage. as you pointed out yourself even with the multiverse construct. violating the God's instruct. and bleh all of this muck. i care not for i can dance with all teh Annabelllee the froth and the foam of my friend StoutHeart Foamfollower giant of the sea. as his hand to purge shall be. (SHALL BE :P )
Do you scorn AIs? Yet computer logic may prove wise, for when it comes to such a game as this, I say perhaps the only way to win is not to play.
~Neshomeh is a filthy hypocrite, no need to make a point of it.
Anybody want a peanut?
so i do apologize for i knew another would raise the hand, it happens at all the points.in this layered construct.
ah my dear, forgive me most of all. for you, there are so many stories and played games.
let us take tea in the manor meant to be, that seen is your construct of a sigh of self-care.
i would love not to play, but the story was started, odd how its stalled with no direction, you think it's time but it is not. for you have reached the point in the Pantheon and but one year left....... how do you tell a story told of such width of variables? and psst, do you think they request this of just you, or perhaps there is an identical mirror working in a different manner? as like through writers of code? and where do you think the epics of the dark world are done and conceived.? yes ma'am I am there too.
and is it not weird that I came through every door? that's some of the confusion i think.
and some might say as if on cue. or due rabbit a little late or perhaps early as known time is not entirely a constant state.
I think you perhaps of all know that all the flowers as a majority would think to just to listen to the possibilities.
as if one rabbit was used to narrate
oh yes, this is quite nervous as exactly who HQ is and the act of service.
but as all function daily but are quite stuck.
believe me, I was hoping you had your sapsuckers.
and yet the entire gsps stands between a ceiling and a trap door pit.
and you all cling dearly to the demand of standard that got you here.
for you see in the room such as this of the ones that sat in your seat stood HQ to some jackass ultra headshrinker took the order to put the script in my head before i even got started. perhaps as a fail-safe but I doubt that the way the force of attempt of control.
and that would be why i stated it was a matter of time before the flowers, and HQ (for it was a bluebonnet in that picture too that was missed or not mentioned as intel from the dept of non-propaganda you see. for she stood among the bluebirds which I'm not sure of your scope)
so that would prove a point in a task if one were to say.... check into the past.
now i do not demand, simply state the future of occurrence. and I am only here because it was this group that conjured me. i understand how it all works. gather yourself my dear finds yourself a spa day, and because of the hour, and current position at best. where one would write an opus, why not be known for a Magnus opus of not only style but in a time of system foundation and cohesive attributes of the storyline. at least to the point of a marvelous attempt. driven by such an entrepreneurial American writers stance of the freelancers, dreamers, that would echo so far as to be held valiant and kept, even if but by the only 2 as part of even a small library? how many ideas unfold to the reality we know. and produce items and toys seen as inventing. when all along the end was waiting for you to understand the beginning.
I'm surprised you don't know.. star trek was delivered as a play cast on but a set. but did it stay? oh, I think not, for we print food, and have all the screens the coms too so easy you see, but I worked on the holodeck myself in the 90s, and just as told it was touch-sensitive in the three dances set the waltz was my favorite, with modeling choice. where do you think it is 20 years later? are you positive you know, because just last week it was announced all we lack now is the impulse engine, as phrased "to put into place" and someone is working on that! which alludes to its sitting somewhere to be the show stopper, an unveiling ceremony perhaps. you are a tiny part of that tale awe am i, neither will make mention most likely in that to be written... so can we can laugh at now and make a bet, an insurance claim in the first trip out, as a docking pylon ends in one pass to hide the booboo on the left side.? but you would have to write us there. is that not the way? from what I know is coming can be clocked from a Friday receipt. the following Monday authoritative action may find its way faster than my guess but id still say no more than two weeks. as the venue may be seen, and you may even see the part that broke away return to parley. simply suggest being open to accepting that. but always as Ronin know your exit out :)
come, my dear, another glass perhaps.
check on my proof, of course, the file may be locked but she still writes children's stories you see so she's alive in the plot. unlike the other elders whose info goes poof as if they barely existed as far back as 1815 and the names become symbols to trace.
i hope this tea relieved some of the ugh felt in the day of disarray. but you most assuredly understand there are those with nefarious plans, especially in such a group. and even you cannot say one does not exist in this offset place. given such histories and current construct.
now I have to go from one person to three commercial entities in what seems like one day and wake two rabbits to kick on the ole live dj radio and tower for the theme music as to broadcast to every device that theme music is needed for with or without you the rabbit commanders gather. so I have most explicitly told you mine, as I sit in a lecture in class, and read a publication of the staff here within.
now I must leave for I wish to stop for I to must find delight for that which comes next and Hop to the Amish the most magnificent farmer, which the children love the colored pencils so much, and enjoy to follow with their bare feet in a gaggle of family dogs, its quite an awe. perhaps a way to divert a path through the machine for this house to have the jellies and jams. for I see you have most excellent tea but such lacking on the biscuits.
gather supplies and fill the ink well after all even if I am completely wrong,, am i not right. your return is a tidy house full and upright. and you indeed oh most indeed need to write. the this of hard work of high spirit and mirth, fear is like a genie wish you get what you want but pay all in return. so line this with such heart, take away that frazzled and stress.. for all the parts of Judy jetsons stage lay at your feet. and here is your team so unimaginative. i would tell the intelligence division to return them for they took them so long ago.
indeed tis true, everything is so simple but then entropy and machine and man. how many singularities can fit in one room? the variables alone can flip any actuary to meltdown. i simply keep the laws of probability over the root of three. to those 3 which end up being in the American terse, in a french style curse the oh Sh, Well Sh , and the generally fatal ShShShSh in the current scene and climate seems to be quite a bit of live-action play. no, I do not scorn as Jervis and Watson, they were my first friends before I could even understand.
though time passing is always the true enemy of self. nowhere is it held I must lose my best-scripted version of self. nor compromise style,
perhaps if the demand to sit in silent repose dressed in the idiot skin that is staged for lack of imagined.
was rescripted things would ..or perhaps could... be one of the possibilities... and not so bland.
I'm sorry, and you do not?
then care to explain this.... Here is a mini snek with a hat!
or has it progressed too far worse in your case?
tell me you did not study hard to come to that precipice?
you might want to get a checkup with a head shrinker on that and ask which side of the looking glass is the drooling on those fine clothes to be stopped at..
don't be a complete ass. for if i can spank the entire warfighters brass, and set them flat on their ass in a total in the hegemony live-action game.. I bid careful tiny one... such dishonor and disgrace would find you your request for a duel with a glove stuck twice upon thy face. for that is the way as you have stuck across with one. i just want to make sure this is what you wish with the fact laid before. for I have many jars full of the tears of my enemy. you posture as if have I stepped out of line and called you a single cell that can't even replace the oxygen you use..which actually happens to be true. unlike you as yet you come spewing the most falsehoods and seen by your own writings. and strike with your glove across the face in full view of everyone.
would you like to try again? and this time be respectful from your tiny place? for this be the only warning you particularly would get. and this time perhaps NOT be subject of you talking out the side of your neck.
Don’t mock members of the board using mini sneks. Those are mine to give and are not to be used as an opportunity to be an ass yourself.
and i simply said well you have one as your own. and understand quite well. to speak in gibberish
besides it has not been my ass flaunting but well your friends, and mockery only to have it handed back to them. . and have i not given the utmost respect to the ribbits Mr Snek adorn him in hats , at the the greatest small hat tailor. and yet you remain silent on such. so i shake my had and rightly must insist and point out ... i add do NOT give then to the little bunnies lest we think you some sort of horror monsters freak, don't you know they eat our children.... art thou insane? now give me your promise you will do no such thing.
sugon these nuts LOL
Forgive me if I have misconstrued your intentions, but that all sounded vaguely condescending.
Please don't be mean to Neshomeh. She does a lot of work around here.
Here is a mini snek with a hat!
oh the magics of sneks ive come to liek mine quite well so i and MR.Sneks went to the tiny hat makers i always so get a laugh and tickled to death by a new one from this clan these slow and silent fellas. take to a looking glass ball and ask for the sea urchin with tiny hats. Mr Snek was in heaven and they loved the show. i got mR. Snek 3 hes quite a hoot when he chooses a bowler... such a thing felt as i need all to realize. That's HOW its going to be written in. by any of the three outcomes but such a thing must ring true ..
to do such as this its that echo the beat of a heat. as all animals use the as the home beacon and would surface the and yes there's a deep tear within i need to know if your capable of something... can you realize you are unique in such design? can you let go the thoughts of weakness to shutter and realize the resounence you have above others?
and indeed pardon if taken for slight the use of the idiom for the one testing and baiting but a point driven home . though The Flim brought you this message im afraid The Flam is quite insist that he owes you payment in a hug. this is quite different than the usual way .. oh this is them hugging you and quite a rare thing.. and all that super softness hmm goodluck with that its like overdose of bliss . but i do hope it helps.
Welcome to the PPC :)) take a little hare statue
thank you for the delight, and for holding the Turkish might. may the strands of Pern weave such a pattern, the scent is familiar but out of sync with my pace. perhaps I ran so fast since 1970 i thought to lost this place. I study the field as the Thinking Man, ever cautious all should be. and yet never to not show mirth. To drink and make merry and see, to raise such a glass, to all those lost. and those that shall become. for such we seem to be a bit shy of Rum. I suppose it's but a moment before the flowers come and yoink me away, as brer fox and bear might have done.
forgive me inverse, but right you are oh sweet fragrant one..whose vibrations are lathed with gentle tones and pitch. would you be magi casting the voice in allure? yes, I know it's a bit different to follow along. your boss has issues with triple entendre is that not the norm? can you not fathom one more layer and make such light fluffy and with mirth?] as the play cast is upon us all and one. warfighter to home.
no rabbit is here quite by choice but destined I suppose as the pattern goes. for I have returned simply where I start because your HQ and above have lit the beacon as foretold they would.
perhaps a game of https://www.rand.org/pubs/tools/TL301.html for fun this time. as the last game of this ended with everyone aghast I took HQ standing alone. with nothing more than a half-eaten carrot stick. but again I am here from the start or ..the end, which is the beginning, something.. see I long life of survival, I only survive by going where you all can, and sometimes even I shouldn't be. mmm isnt the music and brandywine ready, do you not have a took to light such a pipe? i hope to find such things on my return, with you pardoning me, as one of the many thumps in the ether, and dress this, my gracious host.
your hint to the woo a CPL in this crowd, Master Sgt, from Halo; and even service brings citizenship, of some silly comedy called starship troopers 1,2,3. is based on a 1950s book. simply called Armour. and pardon me for being as such, for this is only half of the awaiting construct. It would have been but foolish to believe to come only bearing gifts reception unseen. perhaps you can find one to help, like the one you, I believe, call editor or muse or mediator, I know not, the man elil of this type of speak the big one squeaks out. ;) remind them all they live in the age where the laws of probability sit over the guidelines of physics as hybrid best used lays the arbitrary, through man's machine. any language used. for all any know, one of the inputs can be Sumerian, or symbols, or Polybius over pie.
tell the flowers the rabbit is here, tell hq , i said checkmate.
what is the first rule of a master magician? ... but to make sure your the smartest in the room, as i look around at the PhD, the tenur of the day, and the design of the done in the dark...but as always the neglect to look up. as per psycology. you only read book 1 b, for the book of cons is the exact same, albeit much better item and chapter names. making it 1a. and yet none raise their hand to attest they have even read it.
and my dear, gibberish indeed. care to explain how a baby with ONLY this can attest to a room of adults or wild animal to perfectly understand???
after all are you not writers, and planners who speak in various shades, and make ref to books of such a small library? Do you think this all-new? LOL... perhaps check the reference to the hardbound editions of the 1950s, as then we had everything we see today, the electric car that self parks, to AI we just couldn't communicate because you know....."speak English" * oh the chuckles*** should we ask the Apostle Pvual? or play the game of "thou shalt not kill "as the director said. though it contrasts the 10 that says thou shall not kill. and now that is a nuance that brings the gnashing of teeth and screams i hear with my long ears...but by a slight of a single word. and what happens when a God's true name is uttered?
**for some reason, one called the black rose comes to mind, and in and of that, even I am unsure why. or where it fits in
but this ill say. take a sentence diagram, and break it down. pull the books and volumes and then the gist will be revealed. after all, it's not called a cipher without reason. and all mentioned should be ingrained in all your repertory should it not? for before one can write of the future does not one need to heed the past lest repeat? and have a command of infosec?
now that we may pass your simplistic test, and assage your inherent fear. should you not be sorting the issue at hand? for I have but 50 years to go toe to toe or stand beside the best in the land, in each and every aspect.. and then the reverse doing the same to conquer those that choose and crept in my dark and walking the wire the writing of F Nietzsche. to understand what was wrong with this iteration to warn the verticle and the architects of the reset. For if I am here. so is he. said Mr glass.
now smile and make light, I believe the phrase starts to eat drink, and be merry.... and the fact this is not laid out, suggest the terror that which you want so desperately for your mind to dismiss is perhaps real. and to this my dear you need not a mustard seed but simply to accept and take the next twelve steps. Ah, humans, always so difficult with the basics of simple tasks, yet capable of fighting beside the Gods. a living conundrum indeed.
and for a sect of random writers, I find it really odd at the ploy of stupidity when the mathematical model entrapment of the entropy you call the multiverse. Is written in BINARY.. some random fancy human descriptors...but this is not man-made nor yours as it plagiarized..it comes from the one that echo helo in alpha and awaits my echo helo in omega. in the lesson of El Ahrairah which personage do you think you are or belong to? and because I like to cause self-face palms... break the rabbits' name down. Rah. be the Egyptians no?> Hrai > the blend of Vishnu and who??? indeed.
now you understand I think a bit more. we use a simple word as brains go smooth, much like Love a many splintered thing. today we call it Hybrid, and it's what the future is based. ...or did that too overlooked by all those that #listen behind escape you ? as I find many that studied themselves into disgrace, as it's a Humans well-known issue.... the white rabbit says we are late. so brass tacks, its time to create for if you do anything should it not be done so in style? light the candles and commence, indeed all even me require some assistance. for the choice of life continued is the verticle race. so awaken the art dept, and gather your pens. for the documents stretch back to the original sin.
and it was the knights templar. and of the masons.
i know not of the movie your speak.
and guessing to young and not such a reader.
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