Framed by Ligotti as a hunk of spoiling flesh hanging from slowly disintegrating bones, I pass by a rosy-cheeked Australian wailing over his acoustic guitar. Three chords. Almost a tear. Keep your emotions cowboy, I have enough of my own.
'do they all really need those fake C-cups to steal my job?' hahaha. But in all seriousness, you're right; a metal cube toaster doesn't have the same lusty appeal.
Woah, divine embeddings - yes; unfolding the mandala as structured semantic graphs... magickal metaphysics translates very well I'd suggest; Bennetts stuff in particular.
'do they all really need those fake C-cups to steal my job?' hahaha. But in all seriousness, you're right; a metal cube toaster doesn't have the same lusty appeal.
The rosy-cheeked Australians love it :)
Woah, divine embeddings - yes; unfolding the mandala as structured semantic graphs... magickal metaphysics translates very well I'd suggest; Bennetts stuff in particular.