NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Clearly Apple knows of the coming apocolypse. Manhattan end of the Brooklyn Bridge.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Clearly Apple knows of the coming apocolypse. Manhattan end of the Brooklyn Bridge.
thisguyknowswhatimtalkingabout:
A new vending machine has been released which can print any book within minutes.
The Espresso Book Machine has access to 500,000 different books - the same as 23.6 miles of shelf space - and can even churn out a fresh copy of Crime and Punishment in just nine minutes.
Pages are printed at a rate of over 100 per minute and are then pressed, glued and cut to produce a pristine book.
Users simply pick the book they would like on a screen and wait for it to be printed … it certainly is a novel way of getting a new book.
-cool.
(via jluddy)
FIBONACCI PIGEONS
0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89…
When you think of the hosts without no. A young lady sings in our choir There once was a choleric colonel – Anonymous
Who are slain by the deadly cuco.,
It’s quite a mistake
Of such food to partake,
It results in a permanent slo.
Whose hair is the color of phoir,
But her charm is unique,
She has such a fair chique,
It is really a joy to be nhoir.
Whose oaths were obscene and infolonel,
And the chaplain, aghast,
Gave up protest at last,
But wrote them all down in his jolonel.
“Singing Joy To The World”
Fruit Bats
“She never loved him back
It wasn’t even close
But he was fine just to pretend
That it was never gonna end
And it was worth it just to know
A little warmth before the snow.”
it’s the smell of cigarettes
on my clothes and the
awful things my mind says when
it gets a little too loud that
drive my feet for hours when it
almost hurts too much to breathesometimes i wonder if the
contours of our hands would get along if they met—
i feel like they’re supposed to fit together
like an old puzzle with missing pieces
and torn edges.it’s only after staring at the
sky for what seems like days
that i realize sometimes stars shine
brighter when you try to look away
now i’m drunk as hell on a piano bench
and when i press the keys it all gets reversed
the sound of loneliness makes me happier
it’s the smell of cigarettes
on my clothes and the
awful things my mind says when
it gets a little too loud that
drive my feet for hours...
“Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark...
philosoraptor