Jonathan Tinpaw
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Speak softly and carry an entire armory to avenge your dog.
Speak softly and bomb Arasaka
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Speak softly and bomb Arasaka
wrote last edited by [email protected]Speak softly and kung fu kick Elrond Half-elven
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Gotta love how this is such a shitpost that someone watermarked inventing a Keanu tweet that never existed
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I very often feel like asking someone "why do you talk so much?" I don't, because it's rude, but I also keep feeling the rudeness of their incessant babbling outweighs it by far.
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I very often feel like asking someone "why do you talk so much?" I don't, because it's rude, but I also keep feeling the rudeness of their incessant babbling outweighs it by far.
You can indirectly tell them by putting your headphones on when they start to talk.
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I'm a talkative person and also quite shy at times! I've been called both quiet and too loud/too much.
It happens. I don't feel the need to put them down as I didn't think that was their intent to do so to me.
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I’m quiet/reserved because I’m protecting you. I have 0 filters and when I start talking I gain momentum and there’s no stopping that torrential downpour of incoherent truth and the raw stream of powerful yet sometimes also subtle thoughts that come off the dome. Like when I hold the microphone, I rip and rap this ultimate map to a new world that I move towards and it comes at random times when I feel the hands align and the clockwork gears in my brain bring fears to the forefront of a bulldozer and I hold ‘er but she says no so I stopped
(Im a living Markov chain)
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normalize: “Why do you talk so much?”
Do you really want to hear the answer?
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Do you really want to hear the answer?
maybe they’d get the hint and just cease
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maybe they’d get the hint and just cease
Maybe, but you have more to loose than to gain
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I’m quiet/reserved because I’m protecting you. I have 0 filters and when I start talking I gain momentum and there’s no stopping that torrential downpour of incoherent truth and the raw stream of powerful yet sometimes also subtle thoughts that come off the dome. Like when I hold the microphone, I rip and rap this ultimate map to a new world that I move towards and it comes at random times when I feel the hands align and the clockwork gears in my brain bring fears to the forefront of a bulldozer and I hold ‘er but she says no so I stopped
(Im a living Markov chain)
