The Great Escape
The days are getting chilly. The world is getting dystopian. Makes me want to curl up with a hot tea and good book and never come back
I can see the resemblance to the Fremen from dune, both the books and the movies.
rats,
every so often I will recalibrate my crate of posts, accelerating the rate of which I administrate the garbage posts I feed you
corporates have berated us, accurately, that quantity is better than quality, comparatively. I am simply rational, and concentrate on being considerate.
Why curate great, decorated content, if it will decelerate the unconcentrated posts, leaving craters
I might as well defenestrate disfigurated defibrillators and bratty brats that eat dehydrated bureaucratic bratwurst, and deliberately degenerate demonstratable demonstrations, desecrate desperate deteriorating decorators, elaborately disintegrate laboratory doctorates, exaggeratingly evaporate eviscerated fraternities, incinerate frustratingly explorative generations that generate grated gratification, illustrate invigoratingly inspirational imperative iterations of irate irrational invertebrates, lacerate liberated illiterates, migrate moderately menstruating marathoners, narrate orchestrated oversaturated narrators, perforate perspirating pirates, rate rated rateable rats' rateability ratings, recalibrate rattlesnakes, refrigerate refrigerators, scratch scratchable scratchy separate strategic stratospheric strategized strategies, titrate temperately temperate temperatures, and tolerate triceratopses and wrathful velociraptors,
100 rats! 🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁🐀🐁
Don't be a Drag just be a Queen
Faroe Island
Inktober Day 25 - Scarecrow