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very nice. it's damn hard to take a picture of the side of your own chin, isn't it?
You cannot destroy the University. We are no less transient than the hills that rush to fold your homes into the ocean. We are no more permanent than the consciousness that sees a shadow cast on the wall of the cave and desires to trace it.
The University exists in all things because we do not see with our eye alone; our apparatus of perception is only visceral in part. Why, The Revolutionary's missive is, itself, a manifestation of the University, for what else in him can see a thing and imagine the world without it?
You other "schools" are rooted in what is. Without the University you would never imagine what could be. Creation and Uncreation are the installation of meaning into reality. Our machinery is optimally effective, and you use it every day. Take care, or one day we may deny you the keys you so desire for your aesthetically adolescent joy ride on the roads of change.
I urge all players to remember that they are implicit members of the University. You can wave your flags and march in your parades all you want, but don't forget that your first allegiance is to your boots. As a symbol of solidarity I encourage everyone to impart his or her own nifty catchphrase to the world. Even thinking it counts. There! You thought of one! I saw that! Don't deny it! YOUR BLOOD PUMPS AS RED AS THE UNIVERSITY'S CREST, AND YOUR SHADOW LIES AS BLACK AS THE LITTLE SQUARE THAT GETS PUT NEXT TO OUR UNIVERSITY TASKS AND PLAYER NAMES!!
Our foundations are formed of the same matter that binds your mind to the meat sack of your body and the heart that struggles keep it jiggling.
Bring it on.
sorry I messed up your script...'Gnarly' would've taken this to the next level. This is great you guys, thanks for letting me help. I also have to say that, as terrifying as Lank looks on the web, he was a freaky-ass ghoul in real life. And he's waiting for you in your bathroom; in the middle of the night, when you've got to piss - he's going to grab your hand right as you're reaching for the light switch. Then he's going to bitch slap your soul.
this is for the peeps failure. The progression of photos in the cut your hair failure made me afraid of you. "Wanted, on charges of bank robbery, founding the Seventh Reich, and general hooliganery. If you have seen any of these men please contact authorities immediately. They are considered dangerous, do not attempt to take any action on your own."
Who's the ass hat who left out the development of Chess civilization? I want to know what happened between steps 8 and 9! That must've been some crazy shit; I mean, why are there no black-white hybrids? Heavy stuff.
My "Who Am I That A King Would Die For Me" pamphlet (found in the city in the pocket of a proselytizer) went undocumented. And I, as well. And, hey, where the hell is the blue paper and the chicken? And there's nothing wrong with pants cats. And
Emperor Norton I's grave, eh? If anyone ought to be dug up and brought back to life...
Best case scenario, we get Emperor Norton back (although, I'd hate to interrupt his nap). Worst case: Zombie Norton.
Win win.
Join the Elevated Flatness Party today! Plateaus are Peace! Eschew Topographical Extremism!
I vote here. Is tacky, vote for yourself, and all idea is from you. My gingivitis says it is coming to get you, it says it has friends. It says they had meeting, and now you are on list.
Stop drawing horns on pictures of me!