today’s writing prompt

“I would die for you,” he said softly.

“umm i farted..” she said

“I would die on the moon for you,” he said softly. “If you asked. Though you probably wouldn’t really want that.”

She did not understand.

“i don’t understand” she winced “ow… i-i have to go” glasses were growing on her face. “i’m transforming. i’m- i’m sorry….”

“Don’t worry,” he said, “it’s not you. It just means you love me, and this is what it feels like to be loved with.”

This felt like a really good line, he told her. He had written down this phrase on his phone just to remember it later in case he had to write something else to say to her later.

“RRRAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH” she wasn’t listening to him. she had fully transformed into… felix kranken….

“Rr-RAAAAHHHHHH,” he said.

“Rr-RAAAAAAAAAA, don’t you-”

“RAAA.”

“Rr-RAAAAAH-”

She stopped talking suddenly, and ran off. He heard her getting dizzier and dizzier, and in the distance, he saw her fall over and get caught in some invisible, unseen force. “Rr-RAAAAAAAAAH!” she cried out as she transformed into some other shape. She became something hard and hard and black, and she stopped shrieking.

Rr-RAAAAAAAAASHHHHHHHHH

“RAAH-RAAH-RAAAAAAAAHH-”

“RRAAA.”

“RRRHHHHHHHHHH” he knew he should be feeling bad, but he felt nothing, just the sensation of being in a warm bed with a hard back and a body that was in pain.

RAAAAAAAAAAAHH-RAAAAAAAHH-RRAAAARRRRRHHHHHH-RAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRHHHHH-RRAAAAAAAAA.

RAAAAAH-RAAAAHH-RRAAAAAH-RRAAAAAH-RAAAAAH-RRAAAA-RRAAH-AA-RRAAAAAAAAAA.

RRAAAH-RRAAA-RRRAAAHH-RRAAAAA-RRAAH-RRAAAAAAAAH.

RAAAH-RRAAA-RRAAAAAA-RRR-AA H.

RAAAH-RAAAH-RRAAA-RRAAAHH-RRAAH-RRAA-AAH R-RRAAAA-RRRAAAAAH-AA-RRAA-AH-RRAAA-RRRAA-A-AA-RRAA-RRAAAR-RRAAA-AR-AA.

RRAAAAAAAAH-HH-AA-RRAAAHH-AA-AA RRAAAAHHHHH-AAAAAH-RRAAA-RRAAAAAAAA.

“AA-RRAAAA-RRAAAAAAAA-RRAAAR-RRAAA-AR-RRAA.”

_RRAAAHRRRAAA-RRAAA-RRAAAAH-AA-RRAAA-AA-RRAA-ARRAA-ARRRAAA-ARRRAA-AHAAAH-R-RRAAAA-RRAAAA-AHAAA-AA-RRAAA-AA-RRAA-AAAA.

-RRAAAA-RRAAH-RRAAA-RRRAA-A-RRAA.“

-RRAAA-RRAA-RRAAA-AHAAA-AHAAA-AHAAA-ARRR-AA.

"AH-RRAAA-HAAA-RRAAH-RAAAHH-RAAAH-AR-RRAAAAAAAA-”

-RRAAH-RRAAA-RRAAA-HAAA-RA-RRAAH-RAAAH-ARR-H-AA.“

-RRAAA-RRAAA-RRAAA-A-RRAA-H-RRAA-RA-RRAA-AA.

”[RRAA]-“

"RRAAA-RRAAA-RRAAA-HH-RRAA-RRAA-RA-RRAA-AA-RAAAA-H”

‘RAR-RRAA.’“

-RRAAA-RRAAA-RAAH-H-RRAA-RAAA-RRAAA-HAAA-HH-RRAA”

-RRAAA-A-RRAA-RRAA-RAAH-RRAAA-AH-RRAA-RRAA-HAA-“

"RRAAA-RAA-”

-RRAA-H-RRAA-RRAAA-HAAA-RRAA-RRAA-A-RA-A-H"

“AAA-RRAA-”

-AR-RRAA-RAAA-RRAAA-HAA-RRAA-RRAA-A-R-R-AR-“

"AR.-RRAA-RAAA-RA-RRAA-RRAA-A-A-”

“H-RRAA-RRAA-”

-ARRR-RAA-“

"A-”

“ah-”

“ARAAH-”

-RRAAA-“

It all dissolved into nothing, and he fell into a wonderful sleep.

The next thing he knew, he was awake. All these words and images had come to him, and he wanted to use them: in this way he felt like he had achieved a full understanding of love, with all its depth and complexity. But he had not understood it, or the other emotions: hate, fear. He had, he knew, written about these things–he remembered The Bells; and the rest of his books, too–and he had written about them with a sort of scientific precision, with no sense of how a sense of them might be made or why anyone would make it.

He felt bad about these things, and tried to fix them.

"This isn’t how” he thought, but it was the way, and that was the important thing. The important thing was writing as though those things really were the way of the world: a sense of them that was just one–not many, but not none.

He had failed, and now he wanted to become a better person. He decided to build a little box that he might use to be a person, in a sense–like some kind of little robot that could go about being a person in a way that was right. He would call the box his soul.

He used his laptop and downloaded a program called Sphinx, which could easily generate text for any kind of program (such as, for instance, himself) to use in the construction of a little robot, using the program’s existing capabilities. He started writing a program that would speak the words “I would die for you” to him, over and over again.

This seemed to be working: he could hear “I would die for you,” with his ears. And he was writing more words, and they seemed to convey more meaning than all the words he had ever written before. It was like poetry, now. The words were all here–like in his head, with him and a little box that was the robot–and they were beautiful.

“Oh please,” he thought suddenly to himself, “I want to stay in a wonderful room with a box that is the robot.”

YOU WILL NEVER EVER BE THE HOLY ROMAN EMPEROR NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY!

the fact many americans think higher GDP = great country is proof of capitalist moral corruption, the absolute worship of money to the point that any problem with a country is invalidated by the amount of money it makes.

Ok sure agreed but remember that Russia almodt 50% of all pregnancies get aborted and during the soviet union it was over 50% getting as high as 70% or more some years

every time i see this post i kinda wanna cry? look at how little that dog is. its so small. it was so defenseless and that dude fucking punched a bear to save it. does that dog know? does it know how loved it is? i want someone to love me that much. i want to be that small.

i agree with gay dicks 420

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history fucked me up

oxford was built and operational as a college before the rise of the mayans and cleopatra lived in a time nearer to pizza hut’s invention than to the pyramids being built

I need a noncomprehensive history book that covers Known World History in time periods, like “in this century, all this shit was happening concurrently” and not just all spread out so I have to piece it together like some unpaid uneducated scholar

Mongols were fighting Samurai in Japan and Knights in Europe at the same time. 

Star Wars a New Hope came out the same year as the last execution in France by Guillotine. 

Abraham Lincoln and Edgar Allen Poe were friends in their early 20′s. 

When the Great Pyramids were being built there were areas that still had Woolly Mammoths roaming. 

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Harvard University didn’t teach calculus in its first few years after being established because calculus wasn’t invented yet.

Nintendo was founded two years after the Eiffel Tower was constructed

I had a hard time believing the Abraham linciln Edgar Allen Poe one and I looked it up and it looks like its not true? I could believe that they were penpals but I couldnt find that and thats stretching it anyway even if it is true.

Anonymous asked:

TOM WOLFE IS A FUCKING MORON. ONE; HES AMERICAN. 2. HE LIKES FUCKING BASEBALL HE EVEN PLAYED IT WHAT A FUCKING IDIOT. 3. HES FROM THE SOUTH WORST PART OF AMERICA NORTHEAST WAY BETTER. 4. EVEN HE WENT TO THE NORTHEAST IVY FOR GRADUATE SCHOOL BETTER SCHOOLS. 5. HE SAID CATHOLIC SCHOOLS ARE GREAT. 6. HE LIVES IN NEW YORK CITY SEE EVEN HE HAS TO ADMIT NORTHEASTERN WAY BETTER THAN THE SHITTY SOUTH HE CAME FROM.

OH AND RON PAUL IS A MORON TOO HES LIVED IN TEXAS FOR ALMOST 50 FUCKING YEARS ANYBODY WHO WOULD WILLINGLY LIVE IN TEXAS THAT LONG IS A FUCKING MORON

lmao

What we are seeing here, in this anon, is the use of a veil of mockery and allcaps to conceal a core of jealousy and envy. That’s right, ENVY of Wolfe, of his superior Anglo-American genetics, of his BAC, ENVY of his skill at baseball, second only to cricket in being the greatest sport produced by man, ENVY of the nobility, valour, honour, and manliness of the Southron, ENVY of Texas’s ability to stand firm before the mestizo horde while the northeast deliberately drowns itself in Irishmen and Puerto Ricans, ENVY of the tradition and magnificence of the Catholic Church and its venerable educational institutions, and most of all, ENVY of New York, the CHAD of northern cities, as it CUCKS the northeast and IMPREGNATES the fertile south with its seed

ANON CUCKED A THOUSAND YEARS

TOM WOLFE MASTER RACE

REACTIONARY SOUTHERNER MASTER RACE

REALIST NOVEL MASTER RACE

ANONFAGS BTFO

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MY LOCAL CLASSICAL STATION IS MAKING ANIME REFERENCES AHEAD OF THE CLASSICALOID PREMIERE BLESS ALAN CHAPMAN

reference to the film surely

So, I worry I may have been misinterpreted when I said “suburbs are places where it’s hard to build dense housing”, so, to clarify:

Suburbs actually do have “dense” housing, by American standards. Here’s a 3-story apartment complex in a US suburb (thanks, Google Maps):

This is approximately the optimal density for price. Land is not that expensive and taller buildings require more expensive techniques, so if you build any denser, it’ll actually get more expensive per-apartment.

I’ve honestly never seen a particularly tall apartment building outside of, like, literally Manhattan, in the US.

But I don’t call this dense, because I’m Chinese. Chinese people prefer living more densely.

Here is an apartment complex in a mostly-Chinese Canadian suburb:

Notice how we just casually build 20-story apartment buildings even though we’re in a suburb with plenty of surrounding land. This is extremely aesthetic to me, but also not remotely price efficient. We do it because we’re willing to pay extra to live within walking distance of people and stores.

So, when I said “suburbs don’t have dense housing”, I mean it in the sense that “basically nowhere in America has dense housing because Americans think only office buildings and tourist attractions should be tall”.

Oh yes.  

And like… My parents were divorced.  

Mom raised us in a standard American ranch house on a small/mid lot (The background of the bottom picture more or less).  Dad raised us in a 2nd-floor walkup apartment. 

First, Mom’s house was noticeably more walkable than Dad’s apartment building.  It was just down the street from the 1800′s downtown, whereas Dad was scattered to hither and yon.  (Of course, there was always some mild tension in the downtown because “10,000 square foot lots” + “Walking distance from downtown” does not provide nearly enough customers to actually support downtown, nor was it possible to have enough parking and an entity recognizable as downtown, but I digress). 

Secondly, because Dad’s apartment complex had oodles of parking, what was basically a built-in park, and a bunch of open green areas built in, it’s possible that Dad’s apartment complex was actually less dense than Mom’s neighborhood full of literal honest detached houses.  

And this was not in any way an isolated event.  I can think of 3 other apartment complexes within a mile that are similarly “dense-in-name-only”.  

/Also, if you’re looking at a tall building in Manhattan, it’s almost certainly not residential.  It’s commercial that looks residential and this is the source of about 90% of my issues with NYC and major American job centers in general.

//Because office buildings are 125 square feet per worker, and even crappy apartments are 500 square feet per household, so uh…  Guys, you need 4 giant housing towers full of micro-apartments for every office building.