I know that the Little Ice Age came to an end in the mid-nineteenth century, and that it had something of a last hurrah around 1850 in Europe. As I scraped frost off the car windows on this late April morning, I had the rhyme doing circles in my head. Is it a description of climatic oddity, or just nonsense?
It's just the two of us here. Myself and Ryan Haflow, a seventeen year-old kid from Elktorch High. He’s typical as far as teenagers go. Impulsive. Disinterested. Distracted. We’re sitting in his parent’s garage, in a couple of fold-up camping chairs, with cheap cups of coffee on our laps.
I’m here because I believe he witnessed an Event. An encounter of overwhelming significance, and one which I believe could explain a series of grisly murders -- murders which have gone unsolved, and plagued this sleepy town for close to ten years.
“It’s just a stupid nursery rhyme," Ryan says, bookending his words with a smirk. "Something to keep the kids inside after dark. Militant parental shit, y’know?”
I adjust my tie and clear my throat. It’s my first interview and I don’t want to come across as an amateur. “I’m well aware of its origins. We’re here to discuss the Event.”
He stares at me for a few seconds, a smile playing on the corners of his lips. Eventually he huffs and shakes his head. “You serious, man? I was seeing shit. There isn't a mystery to be solved, I was just stoned as fuck.”
“Marijuana doesn’t typically elicit hallucinations.”
His face falters. The cool demeanor, the dismissive aloofness -- it fades and for a moment I see a twinge of terror, and that’s when I know that I have him. I know that he doesn't believe his own excuse.
“Yeah, well I was drunk too,” he argues. “I wasn’t exactly in my right mind.”
I lean back in the chair and fold my arms, appraising him like my Orientation taught me to do. If you want to make people talk, I recall my instructor lecturing, then be silent. So I am. I'm as quiet as death. Moments pass, and finally he breaks the silence.
“What is it you do again?” he asks, changing the subject.
Good. I have him. “I work at a compound known as the Facility. My job is to investigate Events that my superiors deem noteworthy.” I do my best to keep my voice level -- professional, but the job is so new that I can hardly contain my excitement. “Your Event has been selected.”
“Facility?” he says. “No offense, but that sounds ridiculous. How do I know you’re not some asshole playing me for a fool?”
I reach into my jacket and retrieve my badge. “I can show you my identification again--”
He waves a hand. “Already seen it. How come I’ve never heard about this Facility on the news?”
I pocket the badge. “It’s a recent enterprise. We believe that entering the public eye could lead to increased tensions,
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Its a Rasputin DLC for crying out loud. This would be a major missed opportunity if they didnt.
Shades of gold
No matter how far we drift From our center stone We’re left alone Till the sun up
No matter how far we drift From our center stone We’re left to tone With our gun up
Energy binds us By the mind Till we pry Our dirty fingers From the cracks Pitch black soot Stuck under our nails All complemental To our new guests
The new one We threw one Straight back out Into the ocean Blinding colors Ultraviolet to gamma Every inch of being Struggling just not to ram a Wedge between the two Two and two To and through I know you You’re not like that
I yearn For something bigger than friendship With a person Bigger than my own kindship I’m in pain She’s beautiful, nice and caring I’m sure But as far as i know she’s not caring I’m burning Up I’m stuck Between a rock and a hard place I’d rather crush to death Then to see myself Get heartbroken again I’m fading away I can’t think straight I’m running up the walls Mind takes a U-turn Running down the halls Of an empty house
I recollect Recompense “I messed up again, I said too much, I’m dead” Inside my head Heart just said “You’re fine, get up Go try again” So I did
And I skid
Down the sound Cross the ground Up and down Bobbing round The fakers and the people That you don’t trust The stupid money rakers That be all fuss No talk Just walk Fuck off I’m golden
No matter how far we drift From our center stone We’re left alone Till the sun up The sun up
Glowing Till I’m done with this song Even if you don’t acknowledge My existence I’m persistent Till the sun up Glowing
Shades of gold It’s getting old The games and the chit chat That riff raff That bull crap I don’t need you to be happy You slap me I’m fine as far as you know
Repealing Acts that kept the peace between You and me You and me We’re all up Till the sun Shines over the horizon Honey tone Amber, sold On the Shades of gold
Cross contamination is the biggest cause of anxiety for me as well as the most limiting. I’m allergic to nuts and they are easy to avoid, but so much says may contain nuts and I normally avoid it! I know it’s written as a liability, but how often does this actually happen?
Edit - I think she meant another dude that’s feeding the geese somewhere at the same time as you
hayleyyjay is a smaller YouTuber with about 2,500 subscribers. In her IG stories and Twitter, she alleges that:
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Influencers are "being harassed by brands to post unpaid promotion in order to stay on a PR list"
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This company "lost over 70% of their most impactful influencers"
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The company may rhyme with "swarma dee"
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It's NOT Laura Lee "If Laura Lee sent me a package I’d beat her with it"
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In her IG stories: "Send me product or don't send the fucking product"
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In her IG stories: Companies are insisting that influencers sign up through digital marketing platforms or third-party portals
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In her IG stories: If she's not getting paid, she's not obligated
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Last summer, the same company was sending influencers threats to post after sending them PR boxes
Watch/read before it gets deleted! (Can someone please post screenshots as I cannot right now?)
[Tweet #2] (https://twitter.com/monairthith/status/1050178807884173312)
I don't post a lot on Reddit so bear with me. I remember watching Who's Line is it Anyway late at night on abc family and there was a commercial for hip hop covers of nursery rhymes. It was on a CD, two of the songs that were advertised were old king coal and BINGO, and it had very old black and white cartoons for visuals. Searching for hip hop nursery rhymes on YouTube just brings up a bunch of Elsa gate style videos, so maybe someone here may be better at finding it than me.
I want to say scifi. It was just on TV and I can't remember what it was.
I have sex most days, usually in the morning, but then I spend a good part of the rest of the day masturbating. I probably cum about 5 - 10 times a day. Sometimes more if I've found some new porn. My partner only cums once a day if that.
So it's about 130 AM when a guy shows up at the desk, asking for a key to his room. He knew the name on the room and the number, but he was part of a large wedding party and unfortunately his roommate only put his name on the room. I explained that I couldn't give him a key because his name wasn't on the room and he was really cool about it.
We tried calling several times, both the room phone and his cell phone. The guy said that he had tried knocking but didn't want to in fear of waking up other guests. After no answer on the phones, he went up to try knocking again. He told me he figured the dude just passed out after getting drunk at the wedding.
About 10 minutes later he comes down and asks if it's possible to get a second room. A third roommate from their room shows up and I listen as he keeps saying "damnit man, I'm gonna punch him in the nuts, I swear to God". I match their wedding rate because they were so understanding and nice about it, but the whole way to the elevator I listened to him repeating "I'm gonna hit him in the nuts so hard dude".
If you have any of this oatmeal, throw it out now!
"The oatmeal, which was sold both online and in retail stores, may contain pecans, almonds, or other tree nuts, but these are not noted on the product label."
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