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Posted on 9/19/18 at 10:22 pm to fr33manator
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sublimate
You really need to realize the mentally you’re dealing with here.
Posted on 9/19/18 at 10:23 pm to Tester1216
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You really need to realize the mentally you’re dealing with here.
Nailed it.
Posted on 9/19/18 at 10:23 pm to Aspercel
Hi Aspy, sorry I didn't see your other message 
Posted on 9/19/18 at 10:23 pm to Tester1216
When matter goes from solid to gas with no liquid stage in between, like dry ice. It’s middle school science
Posted on 9/19/18 at 10:24 pm to dbeck
It’s all good.
Hadn’t seen you around in a while
Hey fr33
Hadn’t seen you around in a while
Hey fr33
This post was edited on 9/19/18 at 10:25 pm
Posted on 9/19/18 at 10:24 pm to Tester1216
Hey Bella and everybody.
Posted on 9/19/18 at 10:24 pm to fr33manator
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It’s middle school science
I copied off the nerdy guy in front of me.
Posted on 9/19/18 at 10:24 pm to TheArrogantCorndog
Continuing from another thread where someone was talking about the best kind of fire.
There’s something primal about the campfire.
People gatherered around its fiery caress, the dark of the forest closing in from all sides, dispelled only by the flickering firelight. All the horrors of the night kept at bay by the same flames that warmed our ancestors. The same tall tales told, with a twist here and there. Old men making the beast they fought as younger men larger than life, and young men, unblooded, drinking it all in, dreaming of their first hunt.
Women braiding the hair of the girls, suckling babes at their breasts while meat sizzled over the fire.
It was fire that brought us out of the darkness, that elevated us from mere beasts scrabbling from the shadows. Fire that gave us warmth to keep the chill of icy winds from our backs.
It’s mystical, fire. The Promethean gift that birthed the storyteller; that finally allowed us to become truly human.
And so even now we can sit around the fire and stare into those same undulating flames, and what peers back from the conflagration is our history, our story. The primal present of the gods which we now summon lackadaisically, magic from our fingers.
We are birthed from fire, we shall be consumed by fire, and from the ashes our progeny shall rise again in the warmth of its embrace.
Space Dust with a splash of Grapefruit juice
There’s something primal about the campfire.
People gatherered around its fiery caress, the dark of the forest closing in from all sides, dispelled only by the flickering firelight. All the horrors of the night kept at bay by the same flames that warmed our ancestors. The same tall tales told, with a twist here and there. Old men making the beast they fought as younger men larger than life, and young men, unblooded, drinking it all in, dreaming of their first hunt.
Women braiding the hair of the girls, suckling babes at their breasts while meat sizzled over the fire.
It was fire that brought us out of the darkness, that elevated us from mere beasts scrabbling from the shadows. Fire that gave us warmth to keep the chill of icy winds from our backs.
It’s mystical, fire. The Promethean gift that birthed the storyteller; that finally allowed us to become truly human.
And so even now we can sit around the fire and stare into those same undulating flames, and what peers back from the conflagration is our history, our story. The primal present of the gods which we now summon lackadaisically, magic from our fingers.
We are birthed from fire, we shall be consumed by fire, and from the ashes our progeny shall rise again in the warmth of its embrace.
Space Dust with a splash of Grapefruit juice
Posted on 9/19/18 at 10:25 pm to fr33manator
quote:
When matter goes from solid to gas with no liquid stage in between, like dry ice.
U sublimating on deez hoes??
Noice.
Posted on 9/19/18 at 10:26 pm to Rox
Hey arse pee. Bella, slag, poxy
fellas.

fellas.
Posted on 9/19/18 at 10:26 pm to fr33manator
Dude, you’re like a Shakespearean Oweo
And heya
And heya
This post was edited on 9/19/18 at 10:27 pm
Posted on 9/19/18 at 10:26 pm to LZ83
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OweO makes him melt like a snowflake
It's so easy. Dude gets pissed so fast...
Posted on 9/19/18 at 10:27 pm to Aspercel
I've been around, just not in the LNST.
Posted on 9/19/18 at 10:27 pm to Trauma14
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Is he the wheel chair guy?
Alter
Posted on 9/19/18 at 10:28 pm to Tester1216
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Dude, you’re like a Shakespearean Oweo
Wow...that fricking hurt. I need to examine my life.
And I don’t get mad at you wheels, I just use you as a punching bag to let out frustration.
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