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aloeverahe
Inhumane? Or Inhuman?

Adeline
Play with a frog? But... what if I can't find him?

Joker-Davian Williams
Com,mas everyw,h,ere commas, everywhere, commas don't, belong everywhere,

Jarod Kintz
Imma do both just in case.

a casual observer
Exactly! The edit function is there for a reason, so that we can improve other …

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Michio Kaku
It is remarkable that a gigantic, city-size computer is required to simulate a piece of human tissue that weighs three pounds, fits inside your skull, raises your body temperature by only a few degrees, uses twenty watts of power, and needs only a few hamburgers to keep it going.

Michio Kaku
Some people seek meaning in life through personal gain, through personal relationship, or through personal experiences. However, it seems to me that being blessed with the intellect to divine the ultimate secrets of nature gives meaning enough to life.

Cornelia Funke - Inkheart
Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask for anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.

Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray
Yes, there would be a day when his face would be wrinkled and wizen, his eyes dim and colourless, the grace of his figure broken and deformed. The scarlet would pass away from his lips and the gold steal from his hair. The life that was to make his soul would mar his body. He would become dreadful, hideous, and uncouth.

Oscar Wilde - The Picture of Dorian Gray
As he thought of it, a sharp pang of pain struck through him like a knife and made each delicate fibre of his nature quiver. His eyes deepened into amethyst, and across them came a mist of tears. He felt as if a hand of ice had been laid upon his heart.

bill wurtz - history of the entire world, I guess
Hi! You're on a rock, floating through space. Pretty cool, huh? Some of it's water. Fuck it, all of it's water. I can't even get from here to there without buying a boat. It's sad. I'm sad. I miss you. How did this happen?

Dr Seuss - Happy Birthday To You!
Today you are you! That is truer than true! There is no one alive who is you-er than you! Shout loud, "I am lucky to be what I am! Thank goodness I'm not just a clam or a ham or a dusty old jar of sour gooseberry jam! I am what I am! That's a great thing to be! If I say so myself, happy birthday to me!"

Anonymous - Japan and its Work Culture
Work culture in Japan is brutal and unrelenting, so much so that "death by overwork" has earned its own title, karoshi, and one in ten employees work 100 hours of overtime every month. This has likely come into effect due to outdated rules of etiquette that once used to boost the productivity and quality of employees' workday. Today, however, this view of "more overtime = better worker" has resulted in a mad game of Last Man Standing in the everyday office.

Whack Your Boss 2 - Boss Ramble
No, no, no, no, no. Wrong, wrong, wrong. It's come to my attention that you're not measuring up. You'll need to stay late again with no overtime. Your project has to be completely redone. You can't seem to do anything right. Oh, I'm - I'm going to have to write you up again, too. You're just not measuring up. That's three more demerits this week. Did you get the memo about the pay cut? Ten percent across the board. We've gotta cut back. It's bottom line, you see.

Anonymous - Curtains
Tell me, if eyes are the windows to the soul, why do you conceal yours? Such a privilege you dare to deny the world, depriving it of those deep blues I grew so used to diving into when I sought a secluded safe haven? Only curtains now, curtains sewn shut by the cruel mortician's smile, only the wisp of your sparse eyelashes remain. I miss you.

Anonymous - Why I Type
Why do I type? Why do I sit here, seconds upon seconds, minutes upon minutes, hours upon hours, typing? Without the warmth of the keyboard as my fingers fly like doves, gliding over the smooth keyboard, the sweet whisper of the tap-tap-tap of my nails on the keys, where is a poor, work-laden student else to find such poetry?