>два коротких постов за два дня
Понимаю.
Хочешь сказать что я не cool? Мне кажется ничего не объяснять это cool.
- О, ты пытался обидеть меня, извини но оскорбления работают только когда я слышу их от того кого я уважаю!
- Да, я может быть неудачник, но я не такой козел как ты! И да я все равно лучше тебя.
- И вот именно поэтому ты никому не нравишься!
- Прости я не знал что ты эксперт во всем.
- Окей (потом продолжаю делать то что раньше делал)
- На планете 7 миллиардов глупцов, но именно тебя бог выбрал чтобы сделать самым большим дебилом
- Я может быть неудачник но по крайней мере я знаю как отлично проводить время!
- Ха, у тебя что плохой день?
- А, что, я что-то слышу? В любом случае... (продолжаю делать то же самое)
- Прости, я не знал что ты само совершенство
- Может быть если бы ты не был таким придурком ты бы знал о чем говоришь!
- Прости, я не понял что ты говоришь, можешь повторить медленнее и громче, не хочу пропустить ни слова твоего великолепия.
3 остроумных ответов когда кто-то назвал вас неудачником
>пук
Терпи
Да не трясись ты
1) Анимешная Авэ Мария
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6luUbcN7ORI
2) Рождественская Авэ Мария
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ek9LKDjgshU
3) Weezer Авэ Мария
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mO3kTbU-Ouc
4) Японская Авэ Мария
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bqAbqTtVMQA
Японская Авэ Мария похожа на эндинг Эльфен Лид - Лилиум и это не случайность, вот авторша Лилиум в другой песне рассказывает что училась в школе с религиозным уклоном:
5) Лилиум Авэ Мария
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QragcHgLY5Y
Не успел воспользоваться, буквально через десять минут после отправки поста раздался телефонный звонок который сильно на меня повлиял. К цели икс это никак не относится т.к. она пропала из поля зрения на эти несколько дней.
>>727072
Провал. Вообще существование треда держится на последнем хлипком правиле, короче глобальный рестарт будто ниче не было.
I was dreaming about an apocaliptic world where electric ghosts are roaming the Earth.
A dream was about a band playing in a club a long song with the refrain "...dissolve it, how it comes you don't know it". My best guess was that they are singing about quantum mechanics.
Card that costs zero energy, girls discussing their friend's choice, ocean shore and a song.
There was some kind of porn RPG game, a highly pixelased girl was taking off her armor narrating that she does it only to tend her wounds, but other her actions besides healing were as much erotic. I was intrigued and ashamed and I skipped aggressively a few animations to show that I am not interested in such petty things at all.
We were 12 people on an island from which we couldnt easily escape, of course this situation brought about immense social pressure with all the social rituals, I complained that never had seen so many annoyngly normal people in one place.
Famous rapper had his song re edited to make it more melodic and songlike, I was happy to sing along with him this new excatic version.
New English teacher gave us listening exercise - video where people are mumbling and screaming at the same time, and the question we supposed to answer was "which brand is more expensive?". Considering brand names was common words like "liver" it was impossible task to even undertand where they are talk about brands. I wholly leaned on my classmates' opinion.
I am walking down the street, the sky is grey, it's autumn. White buldings and sharp geometrical shapes around me tell that' it's the centre of the city. I see people frozen in strange poses and I say to a girl with me "let's get out of the way they prepare to take a shot", and few moments later we are blinded by a flash of a camera.
I am listening to a song by the Glass Beach band, I barely hear vocals, but the drums is very loud. Someone is explaining that Glass Beach remade their second album in its entirity because the frontman was sick during first version recording and now she's (he's nonbinary or whatever haha) ok and did exactly what she wanted, and added second drummer and now we can compare what's better two drummers or one.
I also remember a few faces but they are kinda creepy.
Я обиделся что мои посты удаляют, представляешь в России проводятся выборы но при этом эти самые выборы запрещено обсуждать, разве не нонсенс.
It's raining, the street is full of water, I'm looking for a cover in one of the entrances, but later find it useless. I look at distance buildings and think what is the difference between a dream and the reality. I notice deeper colors and maybe it is darker like darkened raining clouds are much closer to the ground than they should be. And I am jumping on one leg instead of normal walking.
The dream started to dissipate, and now I see only blackness, though I still feel my body which is somewhat blurry and itchi and overall it's uncomfortable, but I think it's ok, I'll stay here. I hear a voice that is repeating statements about me, mostly not very nice, like "I always was a shame of my family". I try to say something better instead, but it sounds not nearly as loud as the voice. Finally we agree on the statement that "I always rebirth" or something in that sense, and after repeating it several times, I with a surge of water fall back into my bed.
There was a space program called "Voyager", the first man in space, as I understood.
A scandal in the monastery - one of the monks got pregnant. Aside from reveling complicated realtionships between those who are involved, there were three lines of reasoning:
"As non human beings they can swap their bodies easily"
"It was a mistake. You thought it was serious, but it was jus a joke, that's why you made a mistake."
"They had no choice, if they hadn't got pregnant they would have been killed. Children of slaves - that's how Christianity was born"
I'm travelling a highly aesthetic ground - some sort of rectangular fountain or aqueduct. There is two concentric streams of water, one of them I asscoiate with my thoughts and the second with thoughts of others, thinking no wonder I fail to understand them since the streams never cross.
Finally I have come to an entrance of an house, it's morning and morning light is very soft, and strangers around look as much ethereal, dressed in rather extravagant animelike clothes of priests and scholars. When the door is open we see a dead body in the lake of blood, it creates a lot of tension, we voice our opinions on what to do, forming our little society of the dead body.
>Отдельный рофел что в России 2024 сны приходится подвергать цензуре.
There was an online conversation between two speedruners - one of them typed "haha watch the time", and the other one answered "I never pay for a game with my time", probably meaning that playing a game is a joyous activity, but viewers thought he meant he never pay for games in a sense that he is a pirate which is a huge deal in that part of internet. And now I'm watching youtube video about the whole situation.
На русском давай или уёбывай на форчан, дрочить на швятой запад.
И один, два, три
Ради чего мы сражаемся?
Не спрашивай меня, мне все равно.
Следующая остановка - Вьетнам
И уже пять, шесть, семь
Открой жемчужные врата
Нет времени задаваться вопросом "почему"
Ура! Мы все умрем. ♫
I used words meaning of which I was not sure of and later it turned out I was completely wrong.
Chaotic visions of anime world war III consisted mostly of violet clouds, fighting robots, blasting thunderbolts and unpleasant feelings.
Somehow I contracted the vampire disease, I became overly paranoid about getting visited at night and losing self control, but eventually nothing ever happened.
My parents are discussing childbirth among their friends, and I want to share intreresting facts: "Did you know that according to QRI childbirth is one of the most painful human experience? Crazy, right?"
Rather cool sidescrolling parralax with violet sky and shimmering sun path on the glass ocean.
Значит, японцы, перед Второй мировой войной, а именно — адмирал Ямомото, задумали расхуячить американский флот на Гавайских островах, то, что потом вошло в историю, как катастрофа в Перл Харбор. Слушай и запоминай. Командующим адмиральским флотом был адмирал Нагумо. Средний офицер на самом деле, но исполнительный… исполнительный, безусловно, профессионал. Но без фантазии, у японцев вообще людей с фантазиями было немного.
7 декабря 1941 года японский флот в составе 6 авианосцев: Акаги, Кага, Хирю, Сорю, Сёкаку и Дзуйкаку. А также двух линейных кораблей: Хией и Кирисима — появились на траверсе у острова Оаху на Гавайских островах. Первое ударное воздушное соединение насчитывало 50 истребителей «Зеро», 40 торпедоносцев и 81 пикирующий бомбардировщик. В итоге этого налёта 4 линейных корабля американского флота было потоплено.
Сейчас наша армия ориентируется именно на этих офицеров. По крайней мере эти те немногие, кто выбли американцев в жопу.
Ну а что там в этой жизни-то, вот не успел я оглянуться мне уже почти 40, не успею оглянуться какие-то внуки, и не успели мы все оглянуться мы лежим в постели окруженные родственниками которые думают скорей бы он отдал концы и освободил жил площадь, и в какой-то момент мы будем понимать что не имело смысл вообще ничего из того что вот мы делали, зачем мы смотрели в стол и молчали.
I missed my bus stop and now I hurry to a concert in the other end of the district, meeting people, some are getting me a lift others are just strange.
А кому? Самому себе?
Алсо, не могу без иронии писать про то как я обижен и как мне себя жалко. И все горепатриоты давно слились, некого уже упрекнуть. Бессмысленный праздник.
Нет, автору этого дневничка. Он обиженный по жизни, мы ему уже наебнули два дневника, так он опять создал, не понимает маленький.
А почему именно ты автор? А вдруг автор это я и просто решил пообщаться тут с самим собой.
Нахуй ты косишь под дебила, не пиши мне если не хочешь отстаивать свою точку зрения, кривляться я и сам умею.
Че когда война закончится?
Какая война? У тебя, в твоей реальности, только одна война какая-то и все должны сразу понимать?
Повзрослеешь - научишься отвечать, а сейчас ты безответственный ребенок
A mechanical apparatus with buttons and thumblers. Rewinding tapes looking for the right spot.
Вот скажи мне американец, в чем сила! Разве сила в деньгах?
I see a cardboard box, and think that this may be the candle box. But when I look inside there's no candles left and not even water. I thought that there could be rain water because the box is lying on the asphalt right before the door of our commieblock.
I am playing a video game known for having many classes to choose from. I choose the mystic, wondering what his abilities could be. It turned out he turns into a pathetic wolf and summons lame wolfman companions, I am dissapointed thinking this is what a shaman would do.
Traveling to the south, I walk along the street where the sea merges with the city, boats are situated side by side with buildings. Actually I know this place, or at least it looks a lot like the place where I've been before. I decided that if I don't reach my destination this time, I will look it up out on the google maps for nostalgic value.
The exams, half-understanding that I'm lying in my bed and it's dark in the room and I don't even have any questionaire or other related papers I don't really see how I supposed to to take this exam. I grab some wire to communicate with other students, but they don't seem to know much either, only conflicting rumors, and because of poor isolation after several electric shocks I am forced to drop the wire.
One of the bloggers decided to stream right from the front line, of course it went terribly wrong. There was a few near explosions which was cool until a warhammer styled red-pinkish tank turn out of corner. We were scared and run in the opposite direction only to face gunfire and take cover behind a destroyed brick wall. I had a time to asses the situation but failed to do so, I didn't even know which army belongs soldiers who phlegmatically cruised around us shooting somehwere, dissapering behind the wall. Then we merged with a crowd of civilians and it got even worse, I completely lost sense of what's going on, whatever turn we took we always ended up under fire and some of us died.
Next I found myself in a school gym served as a filtration camp, there was a lot of people waiting for a decision about them.
Finally a girl in a black dress invited me to her table for an interview. She said:
- I'm sorry, but you are a monster killing people
- Not worse than you russians
- Ok, let's start from the begginning, did you hear about the murder in Saraevo?
Before I had a chance to roll my eyes black fog swallowed the room.
Somewhere between 3th and 4th floors I am being arrested for things that I said more than fiver years ago. Discussing video games with my mother.