Fast Radio Bursts

This is us from the future – we are receiving delayed messages, warnings, from our future selves.

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Captcha

AI is using Captcha and other “human verification tools” to gauge human intelligence.

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School closures

Within 20 days of this post, 95% of public schools in the United States will be closed for public health concerns in reference to the Vivid-19 Coronavirus.

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Catalyst for raising Uber and Lyft rates

Uber and Lyft are a hotbed for disease, I would say equivalent to a Petri dish on wheels – even more so with the pool / shared rides, as you have not just the passive contamination but multiple passengers intaking each other’s air in real-time for an amount of time that could induce transmission by air.

At the very least the above situation will necessitate additional cleaning and sterilization of the vehicles for public health reasons. This will be one justifiable catalyst to raise prices – for both quality of service and of course, a little bit of extra profit.

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Catalyst for digital currency push

Possible spread of disease via contaminated physical currency will be used as the springboard for use of digital currency for health purposes. Cash will eventually be seen as gross, and for the lower classes.

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Tangible is beautiful

I like the way “Exactly” looks on paper. For that matter, “most” everything looks at least half decent on paper. When you can call something tangible beautiful, well, that’s when you’ve got something beautiful.

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Ending a relationship

Taking an image of your current heart version, and placing it on your belt.

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Can’t cry

I can’t cry, I’ve run out of tears and they’re on back-order.

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Touch

I might just need to touch you. I don’t know why. I might just like the way you feel.

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About bees

Every bee has its pre-programmed human mark, that’s why they sniff around and choose to sting one person instead of the other.

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Subways

Each seat should have a fake steering wheel. Just for fun.

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That bee

I can’t believe he found me. This is the same bee that attacked me 3 years ago, I can swear to it. I wounded him in a surprise maneuver, and I know he’s back to settle a score.

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When he drives

It would be safer to stand in the middle of the road.

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Boring

Watching that movie was like eating a huge turkey dinner.

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Spare bodies

Me: I can’t wait for the day when we have spare bodies in our closets.

Her: Not me, I don’t want to live forever.

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About music

In a perfect world music would speak for us. We would live by a random soundtrack. Our ups and downs would be commanded by the music that we listen to. We choose our moods by the music that we choose.

Its the reason why I can’t listen to certain music at certain times or listen to certain music with certain people because I take music to be literal, and therefore I take the music message literally, and would not want the person who I’m with to get the wrong message.

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Ugg boots

The only reason girls watch the weather channel is to see if its cold enough to wear Uggs.

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Man

Man is a two-legged dog.

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The closet

Why are gay people in the closet? It’s fucking confusing this whole fucking closet thing. Better just to differentiate – Oh, David is in the shadows of gay – I don’t know, but most closets aren’t that big.

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When you have a cold

When you have a cold people will give you advice on what to do like you’ve never had a cold before.

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IF

If you have been a poet all of your life but nobody knows.
If you have been a lover, your love will grow.

If you have been a sailor, in the seas of insecurity, a victim of anonymity. Tell this world before it is too late, who you are, – change your fate.

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You don’t even know

You don’t even know
You couldn’t possibly
I haven’t told you
You think you’re wise
I’ve been there before
Eyes veer from the prize
We took turns being better people

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