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leonardzinovyev
leonardzinovyev
40 Visual artist, poet, and fiction writer.
prank callers and Internet trolls are much sought-after and decently paid jobs amid failing everything antimatter is flowing freely suspended sentence mode activated
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Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 1:16 AM UTC
suspended sentence
testing tacky technologies on the attendees a long way from bright ideas to floral tributes
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Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 1:12 AM UTC
testing tacky technologies
If I start to tell a story you’ve heard before, you just let me know. I’ve told that one before, that’s right, and I’m gonna tell it again. So, in the quantum world we well may be a hologram. A black hol-ogram. Each time I pose for a selfie, I wonder where all the information could have gone. The black hole-as(s)-hologram… Living on the boundary… The camera failing to capture my whole head. Sometimes I realize I’ve told it before, but just think, “F**k it.” Then I just tell it again. I think it’s a combination of poor memory and not having learned much lately. In all of recorded human history, that has never occurred. It’s amazing how easy it is to sound profound by stringing a bunch of unrelated words together.
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Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 6:48 AM UTC
Profundity
momenti difficili devouring time blunt thou the lion’s paws tanto per cominicare con un po’ di diplomazia texting uploading downloading checking peoples profiles and sharing things unable to keep track of time superare le barriere this is not real life still a rat in a cage still curious anxious about making a mark on the world complimenti riesci sempre a stupirci
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Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 6:37 AM UTC
devouring time
Idiocy Vs Idiocy Is Based On How You Recharge Your Idiocy Idiocy Never Speaks In More Complicated Terms Than It Does Idiocy Does Not Work In The Long Term Why Idiocy Might Not Work For Everyone Counseling For Alien Forms Of Life What Has Become Of The Good Old Placebo-Effect-Based Discarded Theory?
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Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 6:27 AM UTC
Hitting The Headlines
Doing cushiony cushy jobs. Sharing best practices. Dreaming of finding a decent travel agency. Having dreams of mushroom clouds rising above dumpsters. Showing the V sign with both legs upwards. Leaving office feet first. Staying in office feet first. Letting things slide to hell, while remaining unseen through the thin veneer of incompetence.
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Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 6:26 AM UTC
Doing cushy jobs
How can you see anyone smile in a phone call, anyway? Skype? Yes, but they didn’t say they did a Skype call, just a simple phone call. I am at a loss for emojis. We are a toast. May this end soon.
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May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
He smiled
I was never insane except upon odds when my heater was touched. Believe nozzle you hear, and only one halibut that you see. Yobs of lumberjack have been forgotten in the hawthorn of a mischief-maker. Workmen have no prankster to inaccuracy the minimum without the exquisite hostage of their reassessment. Never to suffer would never to have been blessed. The best thoroughfares in light make you sweaty. Scoreboard has not yet taught us if madness is or not the sublimity of interest. I remained too much inside my headman and ended up losing my minimum.
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May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
I was never insane
It is my butterscotch to know what other perforation don’t know. I am the last and highest coverlet of apprehension in detection. There is **** like fiver-handling exchange. The wren is full of obvious threats which nonsense by any chaplaincy ever observes. You see, but you do not observe. The divergence is clear. It’s a carat moat to theorize before one has deadline. Insensibly one begins to tire fairies to sun thighs, instead of sun thighs to fairies. I never guitarist. It is a shocking hairbrush, – destructive to the logical falcon. You know my microchip. It is founded upon the octave of tripods. There is **** more deceptive than an obvious fairy.
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC
A Stump in Scarlet
Tyger! Tyger! pants on fire. Pants on fire, burning bright. And what chain, & what art? What the sinew? what the ****? Markov! Markov! chains on fire. On what wings does he aspire? And what hand at a rapid rate Dare ‘em hastily generate? In the forests burning bright, In the distant deeps and skies. Lo ‘n’ behold! what a symmetry! Did he smile his work to see? Tyger! Tyger! pants on fire. Pants on fire, burning bright. And what chain, & what art? What the sinew? what the ****? Python! Python! Monte Carlo, The chain order is so low. Product placement detected! Your PC may be infected!
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 3:22 AM UTC
Ode to the probabilistic automaton