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  • #Spain #energy #infrastructure #power #society #socialization #touch #humans #people #blackout

    And the true socialization procedure started...

    https://www.fastcompany.com/91326177/this-is-how-it-feels-at-the-beginning-of-the-end-of-the-world

    #Spain #energy #infrastructure #power #society #socialization #touch #humans #people #blackout And the true socialization procedure started... https://www.fastcompany.com/91326177/this-is-how-it-feels-at-the-beginning-of-the-end-of-the-world
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  • I usually don't post songs with over a million views. It's an integrity thing. This way, I know it hasn't been featured on some Gen Z or Alpha popular platform, ran into the ground, spit out and moved on to the next classic of the week, but this one needs a Gen X touch.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nBM1-DwjA8I

    I usually don't post songs with over a million views. It's an integrity thing. This way, I know it hasn't been featured on some Gen Z or Alpha popular platform, ran into the ground, spit out and moved on to the next classic of the week, but this one needs a Gen X touch. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nBM1-DwjA8I
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  • My new Houseguest. A Nosferatu-Spider. As long as he doesn't touch my beer he can stay hahaha
    My new Houseguest. A Nosferatu-Spider. As long as he doesn't touch my beer he can stay hahaha
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  • I would post Rainers delurial sey postings here, but I can't do by law.... But he wrote stories of abbducing and kidnappning young girls to groom then into sex sex slaves......And theeres an investigation against him about touching his neighbours 3 years old girl innapprpriate
    I would post Rainers delurial sey postings here, but I can't do by law.... But he wrote stories of abbducing and kidnappning young girls to groom then into sex sex slaves......And theeres an investigation against him about touching his neighbours 3 years old girl innapprpriate
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  • Tax free. IRS can't touch one red cent!

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dj4gqJzlIvc
    Tax free. IRS can't touch one red cent! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dj4gqJzlIvc
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  • Wow I was oddly productive this evening. I finished up the last touches on that wig, tidied up my studio, and finished 2 small paintings that I had lying around unfinished for a year or so...All all of that despite barely being able to stay awake at work :D
    I guess it is time to pass out now...
    Wow I was oddly productive this evening. I finished up the last touches on that wig, tidied up my studio, and finished 2 small paintings that I had lying around unfinished for a year or so...All all of that despite barely being able to stay awake at work :D I guess it is time to pass out now...
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  • Noooooone asked for it but now you get it "Electric Callboy - Everytime We Touch (TEKKNO Version)" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AuBXeF5acqE
    Noooooone asked for it but now you get it "Electric Callboy - Everytime We Touch (TEKKNO Version)" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AuBXeF5acqE
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  • That moment when "briefly cleaning the kitchen" escalates into 10 hours of cleaning the whole apartment :D

    Well, at least I don't have to tidy up anything until New Year's Eve...
    But mustn't touch anything either :D :D
    That moment when "briefly cleaning the kitchen" escalates into 10 hours of cleaning the whole apartment :D Well, at least I don't have to tidy up anything until New Year's Eve... But mustn't touch anything either :D :D
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  • even Betty Boop touched flames.
    even Betty Boop touched flames.
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  • I spent what felt like the whole day today in the park in my town, which also includes a small, partially abandoned cemetery.

    This place makes me thoughtful because of its structure: on one side, children play innocently on a playground, while young couples stroll nearby, their hands intertwined. Yet, just beyond them lies a retirement home, where the building gazes longingly at the cemetery—a silent reflection of mortality.

    In between, smaller, older, crumbling statues stand sentinel, guardians of forgotten stories, their weathered faces etched with the sorrows and joys of those who have come before. Complementing these fading relics, scaffolding is being erected for new architecture, a juxtaposition of the old and the new, of decay and renewal.

    As I walk through this park, a question quickly arises: what does it truly mean to live? We are born, we grow, we learn, we love, and inevitably, we pass away. But do we fade into nothingness, or do we leave a trace behind in our borrowed time? Perhaps a whisper lingers in the hearts of those we touch, a thread woven into the very fabric of the universe, connecting moments that seem so fleeting.

    Is it not a privilege to love and be loved, to create ripples in the fabric of time with our joy and our sorrow? In this park, where the clang of swing sets mingles with the soft rustle of leaves, I feel both connected and isolated—a thread in the grand tapestry of life and death, pulled taut yet ethereal.

    Beneath the laughter and love lies an unspoken truth: we are all temporary. Yet, is it not the beauty of our transience that makes moments so precious, illuminated against the backdrop of eternity? The whispers of those who have come before dance in the air, and I wonder, perhaps they are not so far removed; they linger with us in our laughter, our tears, and in the very act of living.

    I realize that while our bodies may return to dust, our spirits, woven into the lives and hearts of others, may transcend even death, echoing in the stories told under starlit nights and cradled within the whispers of time.
    I spent what felt like the whole day today in the park in my town, which also includes a small, partially abandoned cemetery. This place makes me thoughtful because of its structure: on one side, children play innocently on a playground, while young couples stroll nearby, their hands intertwined. Yet, just beyond them lies a retirement home, where the building gazes longingly at the cemetery—a silent reflection of mortality. In between, smaller, older, crumbling statues stand sentinel, guardians of forgotten stories, their weathered faces etched with the sorrows and joys of those who have come before. Complementing these fading relics, scaffolding is being erected for new architecture, a juxtaposition of the old and the new, of decay and renewal. As I walk through this park, a question quickly arises: what does it truly mean to live? We are born, we grow, we learn, we love, and inevitably, we pass away. But do we fade into nothingness, or do we leave a trace behind in our borrowed time? Perhaps a whisper lingers in the hearts of those we touch, a thread woven into the very fabric of the universe, connecting moments that seem so fleeting. Is it not a privilege to love and be loved, to create ripples in the fabric of time with our joy and our sorrow? In this park, where the clang of swing sets mingles with the soft rustle of leaves, I feel both connected and isolated—a thread in the grand tapestry of life and death, pulled taut yet ethereal. Beneath the laughter and love lies an unspoken truth: we are all temporary. Yet, is it not the beauty of our transience that makes moments so precious, illuminated against the backdrop of eternity? The whispers of those who have come before dance in the air, and I wonder, perhaps they are not so far removed; they linger with us in our laughter, our tears, and in the very act of living. I realize that while our bodies may return to dust, our spirits, woven into the lives and hearts of others, may transcend even death, echoing in the stories told under starlit nights and cradled within the whispers of time.
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