2001 a space odessey

 

👻 Sure, I’d love to! Here’s a funny story about a ghost:

  Sure, I’d love to! Here’s a funny story about a ghost:

Once upon a time, there was a friendly ghost named Casper. He loved to play pranks on people, but he was never mean-spirited. One day, he decided to play a trick on a group of kids who were camping in the woods. He snuck up behind them and made spooky noises, causing them to run away in terror.

But Casper didn’t stop there. He followed the kids back to their campsite and started moving their things around. He put the sleeping bags in the trees, the food in the fire pit, and the chairs in the lake. The kids were so scared that they didn’t even notice what was happening.

Finally, Casper decided to reveal himself. He floated down from the trees and said, “Boo!” The kids were surprised, but then they started laughing. They realized that Casper had been playing a joke on them the whole time.

From that day on, Casper became friends with the kids. He would visit them every time they went camping and play more pranks on them. But the kids didn’t mind. They knew that Casper was just having fun, and they loved him for it.

I hope you enjoyed this story! Let me know if you want to hear another one. 😊

THE GARDEN OF DOLORES

  THE GARDEN OF DOLORES

THE garden of Dolores! Here she walked
When fretted in the twilight's pallid space
The trees were black and delicate as lace,
And palms were etchings, sharp and slender-stalked.

Now riots summer in these magic closes,
And life is rounded in the frailest spray . . . .
Dolores, cold and buried yesterday,
Is it thy spirit here among the roses?

For restless murmurs through the garden seek;
To shadowy caress the flowers unclose;
A blossom in the dark magnolia glows—
Or leaning pallor of an oval cheek?

Upon the dusk is borne a strange long cry,
And one quick sob of wind the air has moved.
Ah, perfect garden that Dolores loved,
Her soul has called to thee . . . a far goodbye.

Adolph the red nosed reindeer

 

You don't exist

 

Stop believing in reality!

 Stop believing in reality! You're A bigot when you do such! Truth doesn't exist. You freak! You Nazi! You swine! You horse @#$%! Curse you! 💖 Curse you to all curses! Reality is intolerant! You Klu Klux Kousun lover! You are calling everyone a liar! You freakopath! Curse you!💖 Curse you to all curses! You Nazi! How dare you believe that you can know anything, you piece of 🍰 Klu Klux Khristianity! Curse you and your Kluklux Khristmas! You @#$% burger! @&$%& you! Reality doesn't exist! You are Klu Klux Kumfortable with calling everyone liars! You biggot! Reality doesn't matter, so @%#& yourself! And stop guzzling your KluKlux Kool-aid, you KluKlux Kreationist!

Portugeese

 

Dada poem 3

 Get he dummy d need they btw

The ent gene g bent the tbd they fund

My end the guns gen gangs be bench gen

Engage rents gang st sync g cyber sync

Bench bench n and hence NYC he he

Btw sync they btw be genre n get d vs

Egg sync get nd btw chef beg by synch beg 

Cosplay

 

Cosplay

 

What is reality?