In simple terms mobile computing is the descriptive as well as destructive science of painfully transforming humans into carrots. Astronomy is the science of taking pictures of stars farting. Unicorns are scary. I want to saw that ugly horn off.
The job description of a web developer these days is to change elephants into mammoths. Mammoths were cool. Elephants are boring. My company's a nostalgic one. We're striving to bring back the craze of the good ol' days. We have a conveyor belt. You put in elephants through one side and mammoths are mass produced on the other side. My boss looks like one of those heads of Easter Island.
Adrenaline is a funny liquid and helps you plan out and classify the types of gadgets of the super rich. A cute little nascent oxygen molecule floats up from the page of my chemistry textbook. I grab it and shove it up Joseph Priestley's back side.
The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog and at the same time Yuri stole Dmitri's vodka. Whatever happens, it has to do with the number of times I wafted out through the chimney of my prison cell and scared the life out of the guards. They jumped to their deaths into the freezing cold water fifty feet below the chateau. Even Edmond Dantes looked ashamed inside the sack.
Some part of the teamwork and other ammunition has been to uncover that outright complicated fact that things no longer matter anymore. Now the quick green dog is jumping over the lazy pink fox. Morgan Freeman just got flushed down the wormhole.
Samurai Jack just lit a cigarette from the fire that ridiculously burns over Aku's eyes. Nicolas Cage hid his face in shame wondering what a "smokin" opportunity he had. His whole freaking skull burned as he rode. Ghost Rider! Bleh.
Does anyone know where to buy Chemical X? I'm trying to recreate the Powerpuff Girls in my basement. I had mistakenly added Chemical M and it resulted in a dead skunk. The reason to fall apart is to cut the outsider from the facts to the content of the faculty of the stream of consciousness.
The people who are involved in the regional heads of the organizations need help with the sanctioning of the terms and the national level leaders into the overestimated part of the town. A politician just farted on camera. A currency of equalizing fields of legal weed and cover of the sun-bathed parts of the normal bookstores and over the articles of the other nations. Now the sick transparent fox jumped over the dead decaying dog.
If Edward Lear can eat his pasta with a runcible spoon, M can write shit and get away with it.
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The Zone
General FictionOpening a book is like stepping into someone else's shoes. Be them. Feel them. What if you could fly to anywhere in the world in barely a few minutes? What happens behind the scenes in major sporting events? If you link together all the random thoug...
