It worked. I got the idea from Jurassic Park, where they made viable dinos by splicing frog DNA that repaired itself to allow reproduction in the clones. Just a little change to the nanos, a little frog DNA to fill the gaps, so to speak, and the memories are stable and permanent. I’ve reproduced my mind in a new body. I’m elated that my theory of the soul, the self, the ego, the Ka, tagging along to attach to a new seat of intellect is proving out. I was sure, of course, but validation through experimentation is the best proof of anything. My old body can now be discarded, immediately before it wakes. I’m not going back.
Oh, fellow traveler! Tread not where devious millipedes lead! The bunyip flophouse may look palatial compared to the swamp, but not all bogeymen are imaginary.
Collage is a technique of an art production, primarily used in the visual arts, where the artwork is made from an assemblage of different forms, thus creating a new whole. Wikipedia.
Who put the high ball in the fish bowl? Who turned my little guppies green?
Oh, sister, dear sister, what have we poor Froglandians done to deserve this heaping serving of Revenge Corn?! The bunyip is a frightening thing indeed, very Halloween-worthy, and a rose is a rose is a rose, except when it’s a pomegranate or a piranha. So say I “?” also. But the air is dry, and so am I; my wit is positively stale.
*Hot Rod* about 5 years ago
A tisk cust
A task cust
A green and yellow cask cust…
*Hot Rod* about 5 years ago
Cornish Hen
Revenge
Brass Orchid Premium Member about 5 years ago
It worked. I got the idea from Jurassic Park, where they made viable dinos by splicing frog DNA that repaired itself to allow reproduction in the clones. Just a little change to the nanos, a little frog DNA to fill the gaps, so to speak, and the memories are stable and permanent. I’ve reproduced my mind in a new body. I’m elated that my theory of the soul, the self, the ego, the Ka, tagging along to attach to a new seat of intellect is proving out. I was sure, of course, but validation through experimentation is the best proof of anything. My old body can now be discarded, immediately before it wakes. I’m not going back.
coltish1 about 5 years ago
Oh, fellow traveler! Tread not where devious millipedes lead! The bunyip flophouse may look palatial compared to the swamp, but not all bogeymen are imaginary.
Huckleberry Hiroshima about 5 years ago
Scientology at its w/b/o/e/r/s/t.
Howard'sMyHero about 5 years ago
Went to collage years ago … hung B.A.s … got an A.A. … moved on …
now working on getting an F.A. in my spare time ….
Radish... about 5 years ago
Collage is a technique of an art production, primarily used in the visual arts, where the artwork is made from an assemblage of different forms, thus creating a new whole. Wikipedia.
Who put the high ball in the fish bowl? Who turned my little guppies green?
cooganm Premium Member about 5 years ago
OMG, is somebody gonna turn that tag over?!
INGSOC about 5 years ago
you had always wanted to be on television
*Hot Rod* about 5 years ago
Corn on a hook, fishes around and again for revenge…
She said name the price for a show and tail….
The bunyvip worm rides to the flophouse again….
Park the suitcase trunk by the rose bed…
*Hot Rod* about 5 years ago
Two eggs
Sunny side up
Two sunflowers
Four a rose garden.
Post dues are due.
Sisyphos about 5 years ago
Oh, sister, dear sister, what have we poor Froglandians done to deserve this heaping serving of Revenge Corn?! The bunyip is a frightening thing indeed, very Halloween-worthy, and a rose is a rose is a rose, except when it’s a pomegranate or a piranha. So say I “?” also. But the air is dry, and so am I; my wit is positively stale.
Hail, and farewell!