Move out of the US, buy a manual coupe of undetermined make, model, and year, establish a global food bank, fly big drones around and into specific places it’s hard for the average person to get to and record what I see there, read a shit ton of books, build a generation ship and head blindly to Alpha Centauri in the last twenty years of my life.

Learn not to give a fuck

Try extra creamy oat milk. Works like a charm.

I’d recommend downloading FL studio’s trial version and experimenting by making a simple trap beat. The only cost is your time!

That’s actually hilarious. The Stalinist censors are still active even now, it seems!

When the screaming and thrashing subsides into the melodic, I feel a great sense of euphoria and reassurance wash over me. It certainly does apply to the world at large right now…

Farewell Mona Lisa

Wash it down the drain 
Down the drain 
Wash your smile down 
(Yeah!) 
Wash it down the drain 
Please 
Like animals, destined for fuel or observance 
Our role is clear, never stray far from the path

Everything has an end 
Everything has an end 
Everything must have an end

But what am I supposed to say? 
(What am I supposed to say?) 
Oh, sorry, I guess I forgot 
You think you could tell me again? 
(Please, I don’t remember) 
What am I supposed to think? 
(What am I supposed to think?) 
What am I supposed to feel? 
(What am I supposed to feel?)

There’s no feeling in this place 
The echoes of the past speak louder than 
Any voice I hear right now 
Don’t you ever try to be 
More than you were destined for 
Or anything worth fighting for 
Don’t you ever try to be 
More than you were destined for 
Or anything worth fighting for 
There’s no feeling in this place 
There’s no feeling in this place 
Feeling in this place

What did you expect? 
That we would never leave home, that we would never leave? 
What did you expect? 
That we would never leave home? 
That we would never leave? 
That we would never leave? 
That we would never leave? 
That we would never leave? 
What did you expect from us? 
We’re murderers 
Murderers and liars and rapists and thieves 
You should never put your trust in any of us 
There is nothing to gain from this interference

Don’t you ever try to be 
More than you were destined for 
Or anything worth fighting for 
There’s no feeling in this place

The past speaks louder than anything I hear right now 
The past speaks louder than anything I hear right now

Bitch is used colloquially to signify that something is excessively difficult or unpleasant as well.

You could also say mixing and mastering are fucking hard. But that would not be to say they are engaged in passionate intercourse; rather, fucking, in this context, simply emphasizes the difficulty of the task.

Digital music production. Making a tune is easy, making it sound good and well balanced is a bitch.

Absolutely and unequivocally yes. Nothing should constrain the boundaries of scientific study in space, especially now that our years are numbered due to climate change and dumbass fascists and dictators with launch codes. Whities on the moon, while a noble and valuable sentiment, should be altered to whities on patrol or something.

I’m so sick and tired of seeing Americans bitch about space exploration colonialism and remain silent on the colonialism that continues to kill and exploit Innocent people across the world.

Yes, we need better social infrastructure desperately, but that should come at the cost of terrestrial imperialism, not space exploration.

Not a swear per se, but I’m privy to tonto/tonta y sonso/sonsa

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This.

The .world v .ml turf war cracks me up… It’s been ongoing since I initially joined years and years ago, it’s so overblown, and both sides will never miss an opportunity to shit on each other.