Also, out of the people I tagged in this, notice I left out DeepLeftAnalysis. There's a reason for that one. Fool me once, get fucked.
I was also distinctly trying to change the tone from the choppy violence of an AK going off (I love that noise, they make a distinctive report, call 'em choppas cause they really do make a hollow "chop" noise (cut the P at end) when fired. ARs sound like tinker toys with ear protection.) to a little lighter for 13 points on a bolt (Grateful Dead, music, the lyrical mashups) I don't know if I succeeded, but that's life when you're a formal experimentalist.
TOO EARLY TO GET EMOTIONAL INTO MY COFFEE. If nothing else now I can show this to my fiancee and say it was worth staying up writing until 2am. Thank you. I have a lotta words.
I mean this as absolutely respectfully as I can without deciding I want to know who you are so I can decide how I'm going to make your life hell in some very decisively curated and impossible to prove I did a thing to cause it way.
This all needs to brew in my mind for a lot longer, so for now I will just say "thank you".
You got me.
Imagine that very American phrase, uttered in a (mostly) well-spoken British accent.
Why thank you. I do try.
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Also, out of the people I tagged in this, notice I left out DeepLeftAnalysis. There's a reason for that one. Fool me once, get fucked.
I was also distinctly trying to change the tone from the choppy violence of an AK going off (I love that noise, they make a distinctive report, call 'em choppas cause they really do make a hollow "chop" noise (cut the P at end) when fired. ARs sound like tinker toys with ear protection.) to a little lighter for 13 points on a bolt (Grateful Dead, music, the lyrical mashups) I don't know if I succeeded, but that's life when you're a formal experimentalist.
TOO EARLY TO GET EMOTIONAL INTO MY COFFEE. If nothing else now I can show this to my fiancee and say it was worth staying up writing until 2am. Thank you. I have a lotta words.
People like you, you're why I'm paywalling content.
I mean this as absolutely respectfully as I can without deciding I want to know who you are so I can decide how I'm going to make your life hell in some very decisively curated and impossible to prove I did a thing to cause it way.
You don't know me.
You don't know my life.
You didn't know Sarah.
You do not speak for the trees.
You are not the Lorax.
Now either fucking pay me for having said this.
Or eat shit and die.
Already paid coffee tip the other day.
Then kindly leave.