

Looks like they have a crane up there, but if it breaks you have to find an appropriate height overpass.
Hello. I’ve been silenced, removed and blocked enough on lemmy dot ml for being a filthy leftist but not a falling in line defending totalitarian states full blown authoritarian communist. Sooo I’m blocking everything from lemmy dot ml so I don’t have to be bothered with any more of that nonsense. If you are on lemmy dot ml and commenting on me I will not see it. Ta ta.


Looks like they have a crane up there, but if it breaks you have to find an appropriate height overpass.
Oh, yeah baby. Hit me with that Americana.


Living in the moment is lost for future generations. I am so glad I’m old enough to have been able to be drunk and do so many stupid funny things without people recording it and watch it out of context.
MCM, Jugend, Art Deco, wacko sixties and seventies design experiments including but not limited to Space Age, and hmm… Baroque? Japanese minimalism? JAPANESE MAXIMALISM! Middle Eastern repeating patterns! Oh, idk. There are too many cool directions.
Won’t it come?


Japanese eccentric black humor pinky exploitation card game. I bet it already exists.


Money does. Congratulations, you now understand why everybody needs to get paid.


I want that one super minimal game where you shoot a ball that expands. I


The big eat the small and hog resources meant to be shared by all. The sad parallels of society in the laundry.


No shit with the company that has a CEO that calls music ~“content without production costs”. Soulless middleman profiteering ghouls.


They are beautiful but such short lifespan that I couldn’t deal with it. I’d have a kennel of borzoi to guard my alpacas and maybe a couple of sheep dogs to keep all said in check.


The last few days I’ve been craving cloudberry and fantasising about growing them at home, so…
If I lost the game, so will you.


Careful, that kind of talk may get you beaten up.


I’m going to tell somebody else’s kids this was Watership Down.
Then this afterworld really sucks.
I expect to die alone. Hopefully fast and painless without noticing.


Thirty years ago I had a punk t shirt with a label that encouraged the wearer to call their mum.
I no longer have the t shirt but I do still call my mum.


I’m acquainted with most people in my stairwell. We great and have a little chat but that’s about it. I know other dog people in the neighborhood, some that we meet up and give each other presents at times with homemade goodies. I’ve got my friends spread around the city and in other parts of the country or the world.
Oh. They are bread. Now it makes sense.