Albania: As an elderly man is attacked by a pack of stray dogs, a female tourist decides to save the day and join them, probably because he was being mean to the animals that were attempting to tear the muscles and sinew from his flesh and feast upon his eyeballs.
Stop DMing me to tell me Im pretty. My grandmother raised me properly so I know Im pretty and dont just get mental orgasms from cheap treats. Look at the mirror and ask yourselves why you're 'not all men' 🥱🤢🤮
Jolla is "trying again with a new crowd-funded smartphone," reports Phoronix:
Finnish company Jolla started out 14 years ago where Nokia left off with MeeGo and developed Sailfish OS as a new Linux smartphone platform.
mushroom tin, my bedside cup. olive tin, to hold my pencils up. chile tin, handy divider. bean tin, to keep things from falling over. and an old coffee tin, to keep a few things in. and another, pierced, to have a fire in. and another, for a bit of sand to put the fire out...
Sometimes I just send Mom a message that says "look at the Moon" or "look at the sunset" or just "look at the sky" And sometimes send that kind of message to me. I sent her a message just now "look at the moon" and she said "thank you for telling me" and I said "I will always let you know about the moon." And then I tried to write a poem because I thought that sentence was so nice. I don't think it's a very good poem. But poems take time. Maybe it will become good.
Okay well this is it so far. But I will probably change it all tomorrow:
I will always let you know about the moon
Look at the moon Can you see the moon from where you are? I’m walking at dusk and I’m feeling lonely My kid used to like walking with me I could talk to him about this perfect moon Its haunted white-gold glow An illuminated balloon looming over the hills But he’s too old to go for walks with his mom So I send you a message that says Look at the moon
You say thank you for letting me know about the moon Mom, I will always tell you about the moon Because maybe some day I’ll go for a walk And pull my phone out of my pocket And then I’ll remember So instead I will have to just whisper Look at the moon Can you see the moon where you are? Will you find a way to let me know about the moon?
And if I’m very lucky Maybe one day my kid will Be walking lonely somewhere And look at the night sky And think about me And send me a message
Our mind, the enemy of magic, they say. Yet, I mind the fairy lights in a vespertine sky. Yet, the sleigh bells ringing in the night matter to me. Aged packages unopened, I choose to pull the ribbon.
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