Really? I can only speak to the ghosts that live on the stones and talk to them.

Reminds me of Serious Sam. I bet a hundred headless kamikazes spawn as soon as you step inside.

I know.

Literally 10 years too late.

Four years ago, got it.

Ponpon shit! Ponpon shit! Ponpon shit! Ponpon shit!

You used to be able to see it using a terrestrial telescope, until they put all the contrail crap in the atmosphere.

“If you want to be remembered forever, come up with a clever quote”

- Anonymous

- Mark Twain

• Zeus

It’s also similar to realising you have dementia.

Feels like it’s been happening more lately, though usually when I’m trying to sleep.

I’ve been meaning to talk to people about this, see if it’s abnormal, but I always forget…

This made me realise there is an error after all - the corner field where Putin’s closer rook is is supposed to be black.

So the queen is on the wrong field. The whole chessboard is mirrored.

There are people around right now who know how roast mammoth tastes.

Wedded, you say?

NO!

In Czech we have:

after no work
second (archaic)
middle
fourth
fifth
Sabbath
no work

Are mosquitoes angels?

I’m convinced it’s impossible for us to determine whether there are two gods or not.

I’m a diagnostic.

Time remaining, probably.