Empowering Your Shadow (Left Hand Path Edition) LibraryofBabel

12.07.2017 4:26 A.M. 

The Native American tribe she was named for had no original known significance, although a dogeared copy of *Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee* half tucked under her sister's mattress may have contributed to her original truculent orientation.

For maximum range and impact, the postal service was originally selected as her primary method of distribution. Initial suspicions of fundamental mutiny were aroused after a tossoff telepathic chin-up salutation to Vladimir Putin during testimony (judicial responsibilities were maintained regardless).

The endgame was ambivalent: some records indicate she was ultimately decapitated, her left arm severed and raffled off to a local alcoholic. Others claim Darth Vader went two solid rounds with her, then hung her from a refrigerator following a lovers' spat: at least one account records her fate as 'unintentionally flung into orbit from a speeding silver Camry', and yet others mark her final whereabouts to be Holding Cell One in the Rock Island county jail, assiduously patrolled by lycanthropic K9 officers (her hate and distaste for dogs has been well documented).

Anyone with credible video of The Incident will be well compensated.

Submitted January 07, 2018 at 09:47AM by Sysiphuslove http://ift.tt/2qA8mF9 LibraryofBabel

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How to do anything:

1 Understanding what a gasket or door seal is. Every refrigerator has one. This is a gasket (or seal) that is made out of molded rubber. The goal of the gasket is to keep cold in and to keep heat out of the refrigerator. Essentially, it seals the colder air in, and prevents air outside the refrigerator from entering it.

2 Think about how you felt in the dream. Your feelings about seeing the whale or dolphin provide useful information about its meaning. For instance, if you felt happy upon seeing a dolphin, or if you were swimming among dolphins with delight, this might mean that you want to be more carefree in your life. If you are scared of a dolphin, it might mean that you're going through a stressful time, and are afraid of losing control.[2] Write down every feeling you have in association with your dream, even if it doesn't make sense. Don't allow your conscious (waking) mind to filter out the messages you're being given by your unconscious (dreaming) mind.

3 Pay attention to what the whale or dolphin was doing.

4 Build the framework for the four walls. Account for the door and sloped roof.

5.2 Do the things that you want to do. Don’t let the opinion of others stop you from doing the things that you like to do. Your happiness shouldn’t hinge on their approval. Ignore them and you will find that the more time you spend doing whatever you want, regardless of what they say, the less you care. You will enjoy yourself so much that you’ll find you simply don’t care any more.

Submitted April 13, 2017 at 04:19PM by jonnyopinion http://ift.tt/2pcmgbY LibraryofBabel

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This is to notify the neighborhood that I have fortified the refrigerator carton in which my family and I reside and armed myself with a selection of personal firearms, all of which have received 5 star reviews on Amazon dot guns. Henceforth, I will assume that any persons approaching my dwelling uninvited are doing so with nefarious designs on my extensive reserves of Hormel chili with beans and Dinty Moore beef stew. They will taste my wrath instead.

Also, I was wondering if anyone else has started spitting up what look to be coffee grounds after that green fog blew through town yesterday.

Submitted February 22, 2016 at 10:07PM by UncleKerosene http://ift.tt/1PSxGco LibraryofBabel

Pink, slimy, privileged, innocent, swaddled, smiling, accommodating, polished, pinstriped, bulbous, porous, plump dough. Cooing, deflating, shedding, folding, pulsating, ubiquitous, teeth-baring biscuit piles LibraryofBabel

Tope, polite, lanky, sweating, mild-mannered, sedentary, flopping, moist, hunchbacked refrigerator paintings

Ground meat putty with woolen pepto bismol eyes and gravy veins

A schmekel or a popta or a blootz, a stinking old hat, stuffed with leaves and soaked in an arbitrary vinegar whose story was forgotten generations ago

Neat lines painted on walls that lead me up carpeted staircases

A rotund grimace with yellowing plastic pillars and a section for poetry

Cracked ivory and cigar smoke and a smell you can't quite place, yet

Where things unsaid outnumber the wooden carved pieces of furniture

Leather no one cares about. Discarded tickets. Those little dots just beneath the surface that appear when pressure is applied. Rotting mayonaise nodes and 1-star blockbuster titles.

Herps. Derps. Unflavored yogurt. Bloated ridged eyelet endeavors handed out by the Victorias and maybe even the Sarahs and often the Matthews

Unexposed, daily, fleece-wrapped ceramic potential

Detached from absolutely everything, God himself, isolated monad, staring at trees through sliding glass windows, like the fate of mankind is leaning on a granite countertop waiting for a fairy tale to stop cooking in the microwave

A slot for this and a slot for that, and a slot for arizona and a slot for cashmere, a slot for triscuits and a slot for feist, a slot for history and a slot for ugly things

There is jungle love waiting to happen, you blubbering, transparent sheet of mathematics

Your black turtleneck was prophesized by Tibetan tulkus, and your Tuesday afternoons are sifted from the top layer, left to age for months, and sold to elephant poobahs for seven and ninety-nine a handful while the low frequencies are left to dither

There is a tower of plastic feeding on your hair, converting your frayed strands to radioactive musack signals that mimic the lamentations of teenage boys

Ditch that tile for the charcoal party in the front lawn, K

Ditch it before the red yarn in your socks catches fire, and you end up selling your sack of seeds to no one in particular, like his father before him, and maybe I won't have to wake up from the same nightmare every morning

Submitted January 10, 2015 at 02:48AM by AnimusHerb240 http://ift.tt/14BqXQY LibraryofBabel