😂 I want to know why that crow has grey feathers (what breed is that?) and how it can pull a frying pan like that, even though it's a small frying pan.
Grow a third eye like cyclops. We're both living in a hell world, even if it's different corporations and different landscapes, so there's nothing to be jealous of. Want to compare to see which pocket of hell is more fun?
Weeeeelllllllll... if you'll take my word as proof, all my therapy has severely improved my clairvoyance. For example, I was doing energy healing on my cat the other day and saw that back when she was a stray she got hit in the head and sustained a concussion (which explains a lot of her random weird behavior, weird even for a cat). When I healed that for her, in two steps, she sighed, both times.
And today I was working on a patient's neck and asked the tissues what was wrong (with the tiny pinecone of my mind). I got an image of a fork (yeah, wtf, I don't know), so in my mind's eye I removed the fork and in that instant the tissues relaxed and found their natural shape again.
But if you prefer a gif...
I'd be ok with Betty White becoming some kind of third eye deity.
😂 Luckily for me, I don't know any male Quebecers alive/half-dead/dead since forever.
I can say anything I like online, providing I have authorization. Same applies offline, and in person. I'm ruled by my self-rules listed longer than a ruler that doesn't infinitely exist.
Oh wowzaz! That sounds fun. Writing an ost. I don't know how to do that. Can you give me some ost pointers please?
"Oh, Nine must be online," I said to myself.
Ob hoy, I said to my other self, the one that was online at the time.
When healthily self-imposed.
You wouldn't want me interfacing in this world without my rules. Trust me on that. Besides some psuedo authority would surely attempt possession in my abstention.
That's the LAZIEST boo I've ever seen!!!
Look at you
Who, me??
who who who!
this guy, that's who!
LOL they are such naughty bastards!!!!
Totally! I loved that gif. I bet you can relate to that one too. 😂
😂 I want to know why that crow has grey feathers (what breed is that?) and how it can pull a frying pan like that, even though it's a small frying pan.
My gif crow was a hoodie.
Your gif bird isn't a crow or a raven, it's a GOOSE.
I can't believe you missed the THREE ravens in my gif. You got juice with goose that got you goosed, eh? That explains your blindness.
I'm only blind because I got to see ALL the evil and you're just jealous.
Grow a third eye like cyclops. We're both living in a hell world, even if it's different corporations and different landscapes, so there's nothing to be jealous of. Want to compare to see which pocket of hell is more fun?
My world isn't too hellish most days...
and I already HAVE a third eye, thankyouverymuch
and a beard, but I shave that.
Isn't that a vision of an illusionary illusion?
Lies. I need to SEE proof.
proof:
False. Not proof. This is a gif of a mutant fish from The Simpsons.
#nineclawsfactchecked
I await authentic proof.
Weeeeelllllllll... if you'll take my word as proof, all my therapy has severely improved my clairvoyance. For example, I was doing energy healing on my cat the other day and saw that back when she was a stray she got hit in the head and sustained a concussion (which explains a lot of her random weird behavior, weird even for a cat). When I healed that for her, in two steps, she sighed, both times.
And today I was working on a patient's neck and asked the tissues what was wrong (with the tiny pinecone of my mind). I got an image of a fork (yeah, wtf, I don't know), so in my mind's eye I removed the fork and in that instant the tissues relaxed and found their natural shape again.
But if you prefer a gif...
I'd be ok with Betty White becoming some kind of third eye deity.
I
am
at
a
loss
for
words
in
my
wonderment
of
mint
minted
with
might
in
sight.
A loss for words, huh? Some consider that flattery.
Others think of that as writer's block.
I think of it as...
You can say anything on the internet! Well, anything except that thing you know about that guy that got killed in Quebec on August 17th, 2013.
😂 Luckily for me, I don't know any male Quebecers alive/half-dead/dead since forever.
I can say anything I like online, providing I have authorization. Same applies offline, and in person. I'm ruled by my self-rules listed longer than a ruler that doesn't infinitely exist.
As I was writing my last ost this afternoon, I saw the notification number start clicking up and up. "Oh, Nine must be online," I said to myself.
Rules rule!!! When healthily self-imposed.
Oh wowzaz! That sounds fun. Writing an ost. I don't know how to do that. Can you give me some ost pointers please?
Ob hoy, I said to my other self, the one that was online at the time.
You wouldn't want me interfacing in this world without my rules. Trust me on that. Besides some psuedo authority would surely attempt possession in my abstention.
Huh. I wrote an ost? How ostentatious of me.
Stop teasing me and tell me how to write an OST. I need to know. NOW.
It's like a roast, but it doesn't start ra(w).
How does it start?
like this
I think I thought I saw you do this first...
That's called going for a ride on your butthole. When Pilot does it I sing him a song with a western accent.
HE'S GOING FOR A RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE
ON HIS BUTTHOLE.
Should I say what we call that here?
Rides
Buttholes
I better not.
Ride ON is different from ride IN. We're not talking tunnel of love, here.
How do you know it's different?
Now I see where this tunnel-mountain fetish comes from. Crystal clear not like drinking beer through a looking glass while half-trashed.
What were we talking about, then? If not the tunnel of love, then what? The tunnel of hate?
Who said that? I said that? Or you. Who are you? And why can't you just drink the beer straight from the can like the rest of us forest-dwellers?
Love/hate-black/white squares on the chessboard floor columned door, where I go no more 'cuz I know what's in that store.
Best question to ask is not Who, but What, then give it a follow up of Where without your stare.
Because I drink the nectar of trees.
When?
If you stop handpuppeting me fangy by the scruff of my neck for a moment I might meowswer.
fin.
How did we get to seven...