I made promises of no networking and free and 640x480.
I could do USB but keyboard and mice aren't any better, possibly worse from a compatibility state. Memory sticks would be really nice. Now, we're in the domain of distinctive drivers for similar pieces of hardware. Can't do that. Might be able to.
Main problem is reality -- I'm in some kind of strange bubble like the 1960's prisoner TV show.
God says... C:\LoseThos\www.losethos.com\text\BIBLE.TXT
b! 3:11 But Jehoshaphat said, Is there not here a prophet of the LORD, that we may enquire of the LORD by him? And one of the king of Israel's servants answered and said, Here is Elisha the son of Shaphat, which poured water on the hands of Elijah.
3:12 And Jehoshaphat said, The word of the LORD is with him. So the king of Israel and Jehoshaphat and the king of Edom went down to him.
3:13 And Elisha said unto the king of Israel, What have I to do with thee? get thee to the prophets of thy fath
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I promised to my users. I don't know if that's legally binding, but the Bible seems to imply keeping your word is generally a good idea.
I'm in a prison in reality, so the 10,000 downloads are probably CIA or shrink fiction, so I have no users.
We go in circles all day. You want to see how to foil Irish people, I guess.
God says... C:\LoseThos\www.losethos.com\text\Brief\AUGUST.TXT
tions of our spirit, by a sweet variety, have their own proper measures in the voice and singing, by some hidden correspondence wherewith they are stirred up. But this contentment of the flesh, to which the soul must not be given over to be enervated, doth oft beguile me, the sense not so waiting upon reason as patiently to follow her; but having been admitted merely for her sake, it strives even to run before her, and lead her. Thus in these things I unawares sin, but afterwards am aware of it.
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It seems like red team, blue team and someone is shutting-down the path I take, all the time. World is fucked under Satan's hands.
I don't know. I don't even care. I don't care about one person. Parents are enemies. I pay them $600 they take care of me, but abuse me, I prolly abuse them.
This is heaven -- argument clinic and I'm telling truth all the time, except for wild speculation. I don't know shit about reality.
God says... C:\LoseThos\www.losethos.com\text\Brief\AUGUST.TXT
long one do I measure as present, seeing I measure it not till it be ended? Now his ending is his passing away. What then is it I measure? where is the short syllable by which I measure? where the long which I measure? Both have sounded, have flown, passed away, are no more; and yet I measure, and confidently answer (so far as is presumed on a practised sense) that as to space of time this syllable is but single, that double. And yet I could not do this, unless they were already past and ended.
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I don't really see Microsoft as enemy. If a company, IBM, makes hardware, it doesn't seem unreasonable to bully... I guess it becomes a monopoly issue at some point. I'm not anticorporate. I worked at Ticketmaster and think starting companies and making jobs is good.
CIA might be paranoid of bad technology.
Mostly I see all the green pastures turned to shit. I don't care.
God says... C:\LoseThos\www.losethos.com\text\WEALTH.TXT
d for paying, not the capital, but the interest only, of the money which had been borrowed upon them by different successive anticipations.
Had money never been raised but by anticipation, the course of a few years would have liberated the public revenue, without any other attention of government besides that of not overloading the fund, by charging it with more debt than it could pay within the limited term, and not of anticipating a second time before the expiration of the first anticipation. B
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Why do you want to turn the green pastures to shit? Too late. For giggles?
God says... unmeasurable data unhappily excluded calls likely cause help sincerely act sublimer fool sufficeth Paradise Eternal plains displeased turns idleness blew ruminating harm abolished fore unshakenly loth deeper hid arriving innocent bewail weaken encompasseth School devout received MAY backs quoth enjoyed relapse unforgotten curb appropriated flux unquiet rude an affecting grantest resisting corruptions
What's with the psycho-inflamatory talk on other websites? Your evilness is not bothering me, at the moment. God, you're evil fucks.
God says... C:\LoseThos\www.losethos.com\text\PARADISE.TXT
oly salutation used Long after to blest Mary, second Eve. Hail, Mother of Mankind, whose fruitful womb Shall fill the world more numerous with thy sons, Than with these various fruits the trees of God Have heaped this table!--Raised of grassy turf Their table was, and mossy seats had round, And on her ample square from side to side All autumn piled, though spring and autumn here Danced hand in hand. A while discourse they hold; No fear lest dinner cool; when thus began Our author. Heavenly str
Ba ha. that'll push yer buttons.
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Write a program to play a frequency. Now do two frequencies different by 1Hz.
I remember "Software automated mouth", "S.A.M."
Say "Sam is now loaded and ready for you to use, thank you very much."
I wrote every line of LoseThos. What you already know is probably seen through a different prism than what you don't know, perhaps, but LoseThos is mostly simple.
God is the Holy Ghost. I guess if I'm puppeted, much of what I see in the media is puppeted. That'll drive you nuts.
God says... C:\LoseThos\www.losethos.com\text\YANKEE.TXT
who had to know how to read and write were priests.
My candidate was called first, out of courtesy to me, and the head of the Board opened on him with official solemnity:
"Name?"
"Mal-ease."
"Son of?"
"Webster."
"Webster--Webster. H'm--I--my memory faileth to recall the name. Condition?"
"Weaver."
"Weaver!--God keep us!"
The king was staggered, from his summit to his foundations; one clerk fainted, and the others came near it. The chairman pulled himself together, and sa
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problem with the English? Good luck picking sides and a race war. Fuck'em.
God says... C:\LoseThos\www.losethos.com\text\QUIX.TXT
e, for
'My armour is my only wear, My only rest the fray.'"
The host fancied he called him Castellan because he took him for a "worthy of Castile," though he was in fact an Andalusian, and one from the strand of San Lucar, as crafty a thief as Cacus and as full of tricks as a student or a page. "In that case," said he,
"'Your bed is on the flinty rock, Your sleep to watch alway;'
and if so, you may dismount and safely reckon upon any quantity of sleeplessness under this roof for a twelve