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ble like what yo first nut felt like.
Carefree teens on molly on strike
cheering for the dyke on the mic
to spit hype, flow boiling hot as
sheikh oil struck by lightning; pizzazz þ encore demanding, tasma Taz
hypercaine inducing bars says þ ev'ryone; so clean so high res.

Uhh, what was this bit about oh þ riginally? rhymes so tight, no,
where were we? TL KSuhL þ Mob incomee, need to ancho
this shit out, sorry. ~ Memoreeeewiiind (drum mashup)
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spit ~ while the hoes do splits, £ þ kiss ~ and caress they clits, ~
scizzor like they getting fits, £ þ all the while they flappin tits, ~

£ screamin like they're panicking. þ Race Bannon is stacking ching, ~
ching. ~ You think you a king? ~ þ Nah you best start vacating. £

Race Bannon tha ace in hurr. £ þ This ain't fake it's real for sure, ~
keeping all a y'all astir, £ þ making all the bitches purr. Now...
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The plane is going to stall: they're going raise the elevators, dynamically adjust the engines and open the door and windows, for ventilation purposes. Go outside and come back in.

There's the countdown, you got 4 minutes and 20 seconds to grow balls, get up, walk all the way to the door, and have about 4.20 seconds of quasi-zero gravity, before the door automatically shuts again, plus another before and another after of Easy-G to get ready to do it and to get back up like a boss. Showtime!

+ Show Spoiler +Hello. I currently preside over table 1's starting position seat #4. Would you like me to help you intuit how I promote and run my forum mafia games?
A: Of course. It's about time.

+ Show Spoiler +Well first I make sure I'm not dealing with people who can't be enjoyable while pointing and typing, or can't promptly recall random finepoints of their meta while being challenged in an environment that demands advanced hand-eye coordination skills.

+ Show Spoiler +I could gather the potentials into an osu! room, and we'd play my custom Dr Dre instrumental beatmaps and blitz mafia during breaks in-between tournament games of starcraft. I can pack a lot of info about the soonish-to-be-played forum mafia game into the audio, including a pop-quiz aptitude test for the players to answer via PM, ASAP, after everybody has warmed up, and we've played the role distribution beatmap, whereby the ranking output decides which role slots they get to fill. Which roles get attributed to which number in the ranking gets decided by association with a Starcraft Tournament game or inspired by my eagerness to witness the Skateboarding Olympics, or the information-screen slot of the flight I'm taking to get there..

+ Show Spoiler +When I have a working product, I anchor it to a number: the non-chemical equivalent of big cats spraying their scent on a tree or bush, I concoct dope lyrics that incorporate all facets of the mechanics and their connection to the number and the circumstances of birth. I then pay a twitch or afreeca streamer to spit them to a particular bpm and scheme, and clip it, download the clip with streamlink and develop a beatmap over it, which I transfer to the role-bearer + source and commentary material.

+ Show Spoiler +Now most streamers would exhibit a jaded reaction to such a request, so I got to get to know the portal inhabitants quite thoroughly, picking out my favorites, amassing awesome clips and doing my best to enjoy and conduct myself in a mature fashion during chat interaction, so they know my intentions aren't to put them on blast, so to speak. In fact I'm the founder and 4-shot/day-night cycle moderator of a 'livestreamwins' thread on TL3D — where I encourage the trend of streaming live-gampeplay in 3D, and joining up with fellow IRL streamers, in order to attach the cameras to one pod, so that they're parallel-view 3d-ready next to each other.. easily viewed as such on any phone, for example (without the loss of frames and contrast/brightness that comes with shutter or polarized-light glasses), VR goggles or visorshades. I like to think that it's in part because of me, that most phones will now have two cameras placed apart from each other in the future in this dimension, as well. Ok so far?
A: The alleged future you saw, yes. I hope so, I can dig it. I'm down to bury some of these posters deep. Just get me a couple of those shots..

+ Show Spoiler +Equipped with 40 second shutters, the cameras on the phone combined with a make-believe blackboard make for a good notepad equivalent. I'd go out stargazing and place my phone somewhere static, while writing out every role-related detail with a LED light, and place animated versions of the images as 3D backgrounds for the beatmaps, and have the sliders trace them.

+ Show Spoiler +In preparation immediately prior to gamestart, I show the scumteam how I choose my twitch clips, and other embeddable media, to augment my interactions, in-tune and in-tandem with staying true to the ideas to be expressed AND preserving their relevance as I connected them to the media, and package them for effect and purpose... What?
A: Those who suck at this don't get to see the inside of the tetrahedron.

+ Show Spoiler +No, they don't. Like it's not even a subjective judgement. I've made my entire collection available to you. Ready for a test flight?

The thing I've never encountered within a narrative —be it book, film, oral story, anecdote or forum mafia flavor— and so I figured I would love to read upon having forgotten that I wrote it is what happens when the prime personality entity loses control upon going comatose, and their assistants' reliance on him/her supplying them with 'Hexen' stimuli blackouts.. not to mention the underdog becomes top dog, with no apparent intention to show love to the orphaned. Will they intelligently band together and figure out the workings of the physical body, how to generate electric impulses, which brain pathways to steer them through, etc., in order to achieve animation and thus keep themselves relevant/functional/fed/happy? Will they compromise intelligently, to make use of their thorough collective knowledge of the psychesphere and forum..

sweet, where formarly feminine "compagnons" temporarily resided, was turned away from the train tracks. Other than acoustic comforts it has its own shower-equipped toilet; as one might intuit, a nicer one. Nevertheless, Mikhail, the russian autoconversationalist (reminiscent of this blog, innit) paid one a visit every so often, just as one was about to exit. His successor, also an archangel nominated, Gabriel --who traded in his PS3 and game collection for a longboard and one played a cooperative game of untitled goose game on his switch with, had no such lapses in manners; 'twas weird how he came to inhabit the same quarters immediately upon the former's departure, though.

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Ticino, Switzerland. Cars' license plates read a capital T followed by what could easily pass as an l, a dot and a number, 6 digits max; there is a Tl·1 out there. The subdivision of the train company is called TiLo.

From Lugano, riding the S10 for a ~4-minute stop gets you to where you can take the S20 to Locarno and be there in ~20 minutes[anchor] for free; assuming you descend before the ticket checkers get to you, flamboyantly dressed in uniforms[/anchors]. Near the Locarno city center, a bit towards the up-mountain location of a city called Maggia --`member the Canyon of the Magi from Diablo ll's act ll?-- which gave the river and lake its name) there is a "Corona Hotel/Bar".

So, here, letting your mind put together some pieces you might realize that without the capital l the name of the city is an anagram for corona. Lugano, without its l is another for guano--batshit. SARS CoV ll supposedly mutated into a form that humans were susceptible for from a harmless one that bats carry.

There's an amazing skatepark/shop in Lugano called Joker, next to the football stadium --which is across the street of the ice hockey stadium, next to which you can grab something to eat, wash your clothes and take a shower, basically for free.

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Locarno is part of a cluster of clocktower towns, scattered across the valley of the Maggia and beyond. Waterfalls (like the tombs from the Canyon of the Magi) aplenty delight during a single 40-minute bussurfing session from Cavergno to Locarno, not including the probably most majestic one at Foroglio, from where you may wonder --on a starlit night carrying heavy luggage, checking out every abandoned stone cottages for an occasion to sleep without fear of rain-- on foot all the way to the aforementioned Cavergno due to maybe having misread the bus schedule table; or masochism, or searching for fireflies..

..mind reminding of the opposite-of-bullet train one gets fooled to take from Domodossola to climb the crane and get a bird's eye view of Locarno film festival's debut, not rich enough to pay the entry fee and thus to hope to get a whiff of Brad's armpit; should it have shown up to glamour-centerpiece the premier showing of its new movie, ask it what's good and tell it you'll smell it later. It would've been an insult, spending money you can't spare instead of showing a gesture of acceptance of the leopard (their patron animal) way of life, climbing the equivalent of a tree the way one would imagine a local would. A sigh about the retarded timing of the film's sound later, facilitated by general fatigue you sunk into a nap, and woke up in time to catch the ending of that evening's second screening... why is it so impossible to find a proper place now; no fireflies either.

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Bats must've eaten them all.


Maybe slide in the fact that there's a 420# bus departing from the alley in-between the skatepark and football stadium, passing by the yellow king's inn. Also overpriced poker card decks at Jocker's Club and draw attention to the referencing of Penguin (ice hockey) and two-face (footballs).

A Subaru with its headlights reddened and dimmed as if not to annihilate our (spectators') for-stargazing-adapted vision's acuity, with its Pleiades' stars glowing like the genuine article is homing in on the wonderer's location, cruising by, off and away.. Lots of Subarus around here, but only a very few have customized Pleiades --a characteristic one might be deceived to pass of as insignificant-- one thinks as one arrives at the hostel one spent (30 Baal; would've been less if not solo) the previous night at, noting how the entrance never got locked or even visited by the housekeepers before the departure well past noon.

The risk of getting caught spending another without paying instigates a manageable level of adrenaline production as one enters, takes a shower, retreives the curtains one used as sheets because the sheets smelled too much of detergent and felt astringent to the touch. One reassures oneself of the moderation of craziness of one's actions by bearing in mind that one can always claim one's intention was always to pay come morning, as the restaurant, and thus the hostel's reception closed at midnight, obstructing any earlier attempts thereof.

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The lord of terrorbladders stepped foot in Maggia soon after. On his way back from chilling, consuming nourishment at the oot of the waterfall his bladder gave him an ultimatum: either the chancellor's office's toiler or your pants. He knew from his previous sweep of bathroom location intelligence gathering that it opens at 2PM, and lo, right on the dot. There was the problem of a locked door, however, so he pressed the buzzer with a blank cognition save the urge to unload. Urine trouble? Urine luck, the should-be-famous quote from D. F. Wallace's Infinite Jest resounding in his mind, realizing he's expecting a nr.2 he hurries...

Initial lode off, the dilemma of what should be the retort to an inquiry by an assistent or the chancellor themself when he walses out he starts to confabulate status and function. The Madonna di Montagne and Sasso .. the Canyon of the Magi, the Hungarians, cinematography, Lilith.. raw material galore. The final product.. can we jot it down in 9 minutes here at Casa Martini? Maybe tune in next week, same time.. or let's say 6pm so we can catch the takeaway meals being dealt. Be there and we'll play a game of looking up TL threads based on the car license plates we encounter, or finally start making bank by getting people to play forum mafia on TL.

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Excerpt from a make-believe-happened conversation between "The Chancellor" and Pseudobum Quasihobo.



Off they go. Looking out the window PQ notices a Subaru BRZ with its Pleiades glowing bright broad daylight notwithstanding.

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This is a public service announcement informing you that you are about to wake up in 4 and 1/turd seconds and that 'Nada's Body' is still free. A TL cashmob could do something cool like put it on a muscle car and advertise a gym => with a smile.

Casa Martini's Simona (first person to intercept one there, speaks fluent english, german and italian and is hyper energetic and nice)'s Mazda2's color matches one's new shoes, arterial blood red. Looking up the license plate gets one to a MSL Round of 8 Live Report thread from 2010, so one shows her, having asked for some of them internets one hears so much about in the news in order to write some blog-like stuff for one's bro to know one still exists among the living, three days prior. What one should've shown her was Tkay Maidza's ghost. Such a baller song Grackaroni should've used it for his Nightphase announcement, instead of that picture, bearing in mind that Jockmcplop got modkilled for inactivity, and the song's lyrics go like

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Prime casting candidates so far:
Mephisto - Mathew Mcconaughey
Baal - Christian Bale / Jessica Biel
Diablo - Benicio del Toro / Danny Trejo
Duriel - Vin Diesel (voice) / Dave Bautista
Andariel - Amber Heard
Blood Raven - Jennifer Lawrence
Lilith - Madonna / Lady Gaga ....
Rakanishu - Peter Dinklage
Deckard Cain - original guy who voiced him
Tyrael - Pablo Francisco (voice)
Barbarian - Dwayne Johnson
Druid - Brad Pitt
Sorceress - Simona Testa
Amazon - Margot Robbie
Paladin - Leonardo DiCaprio

Visual characteristics: Dark, Rotoscope

Filming Headquarters: Casa Martini, Via Vallemaggia 26, Locarno; casamartini.ff@gmail.com 091/752.08.23 www.fondazionefrancesco.ch

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Extra, Extra .. Queen 'Lilibeth' dies at the age of 96. Also in the newspaper La Regione (page 3 = RIP Queen. Page 5..) a picture of a bunch of Ticino license plates.

One asked whether one could testdrive the Mazda first in order to render an affirmative answer to the follow-up question of whether one can internet more likely. Only Simona and oneself at Friar Martino Dotta's place (in Locarno; not Lugano) now. One explained the crazy coincidences to Mattia, a socialworker who took his leave a couple of dozen minutes ago, regarding the blog, the queen / corona and the plates and he agrees it's crazy. Like yellowspoongirl explaining how you say that's crazy a couple of times before the speaker has to realize you're bored or the bona-fide is uncertain; fact is he lacks advanced english comprehension.

Let me just break the wall and shed some light on this blog's aggressive approach to harness WTF, as I've come to realize in hindsight. Theo is the name of a dude I've played DotA with, the son of the school's principal (Elena Wolf; his name happens to not be Wolf, but Lungu --kinda like Long, i.e. dragon in chinese) and the only other Tiger Lion I know apart from myself --his birthday succeeds Michael Jackson's by 1 day, and he is 36 now, witnessing the chinese year of the tiger for the 4th time. So I'm like remembering this video about Brad Pitt, have no clue that Jaleel [White] is introducing Theo Vonn to the stage, after haing mistyped Casetta Gialla in the previous to previous blog post. This kind of shiznit might be rare for some, but not for me. I get it all the time but not this concentrated and acute. I'm in the zone. I will go to Bellinzona tomorrow, as there's a Japanese culture festival.

What else... so this is Vivax's smurf, right? He's like 'your mom is my smurf on TL', in the conversation we had on mafiascum, kind enough to lend it to me. The password is still the same btw. Hint: Matthistoew Mcconaugh8 famous line from Dazed and Confused. What I didn't realize until today is that the address of the place where I've been writing from since yesterday Via Vallemaggia twentysix spells out ViVax, like Corona Virus Disease breaking the pattern of abbreviation come last word (would've been CoViDi otherwise --doesn't sound so cool, though does it, so they went with the former.... just by this you can judge where the priorities lie with these jokers).

Anyway, not enough 420, therefore I should say that the busstation right before Cavergno is called Vingera. If one continues onward with another bus that takes one towards Fusio one can descend at the previous stop which is called Peccia, from where one can take a shuttle to Piano Peccia (where I haven't been yet, for shame). Thing about these two names is very similar ones exist in western Romania/Transylvania, right next to the hungarian border. Two villages, about the same busdistancetime apart; they're called Vinga and Pecica --the places where my father and mother respectively are from. I only know of two places where the streets have numbers instead of names, New York and Pecica. As I've explained to Nico, a dude who is exclusively feeding on food shipped all the way from Vega, and is doing his civilian service in a second hand store's establishment, there was a dictator in Romania called Nicolae Ceausescu in charge of communist Romania until 1989, and Pecica is where he supposedly had his freshly baked bread flown in from to his ginormous place of governance in Bucharest. Anyway, we're getting off 420-topic here. Basically, Pecica has something like maybe 50 streets, so one might be surprized to find out that thre's a 420 street, right between where the house of my grandmother resided and now my mother resides AND the house where my greatgrandmother resided (center, at the crossroad of streets nr. 2 and 3) before she got deported, and my mother had to conduct judicial procedures for years before she got partial ownership of it back, way after my greatgrandmother's death. Eventually it got sold at a bargain price to an old ethnic minority dude who came by once to ask if I had any old iron/steel and we got along alright; still, I don't forgive my mother for this, that house... I would've broken my back 420 times over to make something glorious out of it. I only have like 3k francs I made while destroying my health at Emmaus so it prolly wouldn't suffice, but 420 street is great to buy some land (it had plenty of green space the last time I saw it) and open a coffee shop.

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Simona's license plate number is 109601, btw.

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Sarco- comes from the Greek sárx, meaning “flesh.” Well carne means meat, in romanian. Lo', as mentioned in the anchors of the post I linked to with regards to NaDa's body (one would need to right click => inspect element to verify this, since the thread is locked and one can't just quote it), means horse. Lo'carno would therfore come to be understood as horse meat. By the way, the ab trainer (profile picture) has a ReD O/dot separating GACH & NADA, not an orange one. Like, ReD.Nada.

The last post in the TL Mafia Wants You thread is from tesantlitz. Tessin in german is Ticino, and antlitz means face/visage. Bisu and Larva had the prefix tes. in the games they played on stream before Larva won ASL, and tesantlitz wrote this bit inspired by him. Give it a read and gauge the WTF level for me, as I may be to close to do so objectively.

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I vividly remember this one time when Theo and myself were at the PS/computer club, skipping class, Theo entranced in-game. An aquaintance shows up at his 6 and puts his hand over his shoulder in a silent greeting gesture, upon which Theo sighs, exits the game and evacuates his seat. When he looks his nonplused dude in the eye, realizing it's not his mom, I start laughing through time and space.

Quite like when Angel, a skater-entourage dude who walked his chow-chow around the modestly equipped skatepark and never skated himself intercepted me one morning with a spliff, and later the german teacher asked one of the more school-stuff-indifferent girls what SS meant, realizing she might not be very invested in the story and historical theme being referenced in Der Vorleser (movie adaptation starring Kate Winslet in the role of an ex-concentrationcamp-officer now tram driver). A loud "Strassenbahnschaffnerin" resounds, echoing through the classroom, opening an interpsidimensional portal for memorytimespace travel. Destroyed me.

Might not have been the same day we toked, Pecica might have more than 119 streets (grandmother's house had the number 666 on it, and the tel nr. still ends in 666 to this day), Brad Pitt might be better off playing the Paladin and Leo the shapeshifter, bearing in mind the Theo Vonn's statement that he glides by the grace of God, the Lugano Giubiasco track might take the S10 something like 12 minutes not 4, the skatepark/shop might be called The Joker, but other than that pretty much everything I've written is 100% legit and I will honor that standard.

Waiting for my socialworker namesake to show up so I can scan yesterday's newspaper's page 3 and 5 while another namesake newguy is chatting to Nicki (told her about how Nikki Hill was awesome at the Lugano jazz/blues to bop festival I've read in the papers about here), a Anne Hathaway (would be a good Andariel) lookalike, the socialworker --she meant the other guy when she told me he's crucial for the scanning process, I know, nevertheless I pseudorejoice at him saying his name and interrupt their conversation, saying that we can now commence. Now she's on the phone with the sw, which means he might take longer to show up. I'll just take the newspaper with me.

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