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Air to Ground Message:
YELLOW SPARKLES ON THE GROUND AND THE BLUE WHITE IN THE SKY. TRACE THE PATHS OF RELATIVE SAFETY THROUGH STYGIAN NIGHT. WE AIM FOR THE ETHEREAL MOON AND LAND AMONG THE COSMOS.
Area: Lansing, IL, USA
A: #aa31443169d
F: #f42190ac01d
what a Fun day of just wanting to run some Windows only ROM auditing software only for that to turn into an entire side-project of figuring out all the different ways to tell Windows to fuck off and I wasn't asking, after the third interruption of this task.
people really are out there trying to gaslight the Internet into thinking that digging into the computer's guts just to perform a simple task is actually the Linux experience.
It sounds oxymoronic to talk about the freedom of submitting.
But the gag is not there to prevent me from speaking, it is there to relieve me of finding the words to say. The restraints mean I no longer have to choose how to position myself. A hood removes my responsibility to pose my face. My petplay collar allows me to lie down and receive love without guilt.
Edging with a vibe gives my brain a rest, as instinct takes control. And pain... pain... the twisted bliss of pain...
ACARS Drama
Misofist
Laurent Bercot
Danielle Foré
Ada Luchthonn θ∆
Fugue State Audio
Patrick