yeah i believe in traditional gender roles i think men should have ritualistic battles to determine social ranking, and hold pieces of corn or maybe a bug in their mouths and make tidbitting noises to show they are good providers and earn their womens favor, and shuffle their arms on the ground while walking sideways to announce the desire to mate, and grow blood-engorged red face meat for displaying his health and virility, and scream every 3 minutes starting at 6 am in the morning, and stuff themselves into hay filled crevices while whine-clucking because this spot would be a good place to lay eggs, and sometimes sacrifice themselves to predatory mammals or birds
she hurdy on my gurdy till i *continuous drone sound*
beetlebug face meats
by God we are looking at this melon
“ Cool photo. “
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Facts about word contractions? Where did such a thing come from? Who decided "cannot" can be "can't"?
Nobody knows who made the decision, but it is notable that many contractions once used are not used anymore. These include:
H’ere (Hi There)
Th’eat (That’s neat)
Se’sons (See Simpsons?)
Li’n’ation (License and Registration)
Wa’mr’ne (Want more wine?)
Why’bl’m’s (Why did you reblog my nudes?)
M’ven’tis’k (My venereal disease tests are back)
Spr’g’giddr’b’Sco’tr (Spielberg is a good director but Scorsese better understands the issues that effect modern cinema’s portrayals of crime and redemption)
H’dar’m’fr’c’ttal’tya’gn’be’vis‘slp’n’aa’vi’pl’s’rem’ish’d’sl (Hello darkness my old friend I’ve come to talk with you again because a vision softly creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping and the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence in restless dreams I walked alone narrow streets of cobblestone beneath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light that split the night and touched the sound of silence and in the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more people talking without speaking people hearing without listening people writing songs that voices never share and no one dared disturb the sound of silence fools said I you do not know silence like a cancer grows hear my words that I might teach you take my arms that I might reach you but my words like silent raindrops fell and echoed in the wells of silence and the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made and the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming and the sign said the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls and whispered in the sounds of silence)
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