twigz: why is it so dead on here
May 31, 2024 16:36:20 GMT -5
Hego T. Tablespoon: My copper sulfate experiments didn't go far enough...
May 31, 2024 19:38:36 GMT -5
Hego T. Tablespoon: Hiccups are thrillers surprising the internals of our nervous system. Oooh, careless cauliflower greens dance onto the scene as mouthfuls of reddish radishes split their seams.
Jun 5, 2024 11:52:23 GMT -5
twigz: girl you are like a bad AI
Jun 5, 2024 14:11:31 GMT -5
twigz: where's the snicket theme for this one
Jun 5, 2024 14:11:43 GMT -5
Reba: "reddish radish" is pretty good
Jun 5, 2024 16:52:14 GMT -5
Hego T. Tablespoon: Why aren't literature teachers fun anymore...
Jun 10, 2024 14:01:59 GMT -5
Reba: when were they fun
Jun 10, 2024 14:14:54 GMT -5
Hego T. Tablespoon: When they taught one to care about books with a laborious limerick of their own...plus the funny impressions they would make when reading a story.
Jun 10, 2024 14:48:03 GMT -5
Hego T. Tablespoon: Startled, he cries at the sight of split milk.
Jun 13, 2024 4:05:15 GMT -5
Hego T. Tablespoon: Crimes, he chides, are of the beholder's eyes.
Jun 13, 2024 4:05:36 GMT -5
Hego T. Tablespoon: The echoes of the night. The mother's lullabies. If you were to hear, would they ring clear, in your wicked mind?
Jun 13, 2024 4:06:56 GMT -5
Hego T. Tablespoon: Onlookers I beseech. Turn naught away from the sight. Of humanity's ills mesmerized. And the children shall be at play, but of what an end to the age monopolized?
Jun 13, 2024 4:13:21 GMT -5
Tiran O'Saurus: Mr. Tablespoon, while I appreciate your attempts to make this place less dead, have you tried being coherent while doing it?
Jun 13, 2024 18:14:04 GMT -5