Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing...
And I’d do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it. Guards! Bring me the forms I need to fill out to have her taken away! Yep, I remember. They came in last at the Olympics, then retired to promote alcoholic beverages! You mean while I’m sleeping in it? Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own...
All I’ve got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong? Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush. I hate yogurt. It’s just stuff with bits in. I’m nobody’s taxi service; I’m not gonna be there to catch you every time you feel like jumping out of a spaceship. Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new...
You know when grown-ups tell you ‘everything’s going to be fine’ and you think they’re probably lying to make you feel better? Annihilate? No. No violence. I won’t stand for it. Not now, not ever, do you understand me?! I’m the Doctor, the Oncoming Storm – and you basically meant beat them in a football match, didn’t you? Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on...
You know when grown-ups tell you ‘everything’s going to be fine’ and you think they’re probably lying to make you feel better? Annihilate? No. No violence. I won’t stand for it. Not now, not ever, do you understand me?! I’m the Doctor, the Oncoming Storm – and you basically meant beat them in a football match, didn’t you? Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on...
