Probably shouldn't look at the sun directly but taking a picture with your phone will show the giant halo around it. It's neat!
Hello folks. Curious if anyone is familiar with the 1km travel rule that apparently most manufacturers have in the operators manual. It states that after 1km of continuous travel you must get out of machine, check temp on rollers, and if they exceed a certain threshold you need to wait for it to cool down.
Hey all, dumb question but saw servers were up until June 22nd. Are they still up today, or have they already been shut down? Just tryna organize my evening while I'm stuck at work. TIA
I had something cross my desk today about serious talks of implementing this law and am curious if anyone has heard anything about it
I'm an asshole and a jaded man
Wear a mask so all my stains are bland
Black snow to the faithful dead
Backhoe to a blade of grass
Black holes to you space cadets
But back home so I face the facts
I'm Sam Crow in the Raven's Den
Allen Poe's soul will reign again
Night time is my time
I start to see the target
Eyes to the blind sky
Hearkened to catharsis
I boarded in the doors
became a martyr in this darkness
Sitting dormant and I'm pouring
out my heart onto the parchment
When the chorus hits I flourish
mixing marksmen with an artist
And I'm storing all the nourishment
you're sharp but I'm the smartest
Harboring the harvest
while asleep to keep evolving rhythm
But feeling blind today
with the way my dreams
have engulfed my vision
Wheels of reeling rhymes
the way it's blending
in the fallen stitches
It's a feeling so refined
that I pledged allegiance
for all existence
It's my censor, shields me
I vent my feelings
absolved from living
All that's sick, demented, healed
Suppressing fear
for raw beginnings
On a mission
and my logics endless
stencil in the scene for me
Start my thesis
carve it to completion
as the pieces meet
It's easy jotting images
imprinted from a recent dream
Trick is to contain them
in your brain
because they mean to leave
Secrete into the sea of dreams
as viscous masses
of liquid matter
In time I'll bring them back
since the rings intact
and it's a factor
The clouds arouse an inner passion
as I sit within the blackness
These distant showers
are timid actors
reenacting the pitter-patter
I try to hide a smile
but begin to laugh
in mists of madness
I'm an asshole and a jaded man
Wear a mask so all my stains are bland
Laughs grow as the danger ends
Crack jokes to invade our heads
Lack control to repay the debt
I passed go but won't take the cash
Black snow to the faithful dead
Backhoe to a blade of grass
Black holes to you space cadets
But back home so I face the facts
Backstrokes won't repaint the past
Ash floats as the slain ascend
The damp cold of a basement's scent
Brash foes flow like grains of sand
I'm Sam Crow in the Raven's Den
Allen Poe's soul will reign again