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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GemersonLakeAndPalmer" data-source="post: 541135" data-attributes="member: 178">In the 1st day of the 4th month of the first year in the second reign of Guy Parmelin (April 1st, 2026) I awoke upon the demands of my job, consuming nourishment after losing my phone, I prayed to God to help me find my phone, to which I found it in my pillowcase shortly afterwards. Taking the long bus down to my working building, upon the ride I happened to spot Staples, the Indian lady, and the enormous toothy real woman. I conversed with my coworkers a bit until the public transit let us off at our stop. I walked into the building where I labor to help solve tech issues. I was requested of by the lady from India to generate a new email for an unpaid worker, I obliged her request. I was next summoned with the Ukrainian man by Seth M to acquire knowledge on creating new rules for the information technology department to follow per the demands of Tia. We spent quite a significant amount of time listening to the Ukrainian man ask questions I didn’t understand either. I consumed chicken wings sans any bones slathered in teriyaki sauce a short while after Joy went to order at the same restaurant I went to. I did little work before departing to my University where I quickly encountered Pen Guy, his son experimenting with morse code, the Salvation Army girl, and Markus’ brother. I stayed for a while consuming a Mr. Goodyear bar for nourishment while I entertained their speeches in my literal high chair. I eventually departed for my class at 2:00pm and quickly wrote my poem required by midnight tonight. Naruhito questioned what I did for my job and I told him I did IT stuff. I wasted the rest of the creative writing class on my laptop browsing KiwiFarms. My ears were plagued when one woman talking about the poetry I read not spoke:“Filipinx”Without a hint of irony, I left once class was out and then strolled to my next class, blowing my nose twice. I wasted money on a orange Gatorade bottle to help my cells war against the cold in my nostrils. My professor quizzed me on randomized quicksort. I departed for the discussion amongst the programmers online in the comforts of my own private domicile. It took up 20 minutes of my time from 6 o’clock to 6:20pm. I was deprived of an early bus to the church where I adore the Eucharist on Wednesdays. I entered the church late after my ride on the bus to see many bodies in line to confess their sins on both sides of the nave past the columns. I sat near the front ending up next to Cronstedt, Sixes’ friend, Oriang, Morgado, Nash, Rose and her fiancé, Quinci, Naomi, Pethuel, Lewis, Nikki’s boyfriend, Jacki, and Magdalus. I left after adoring the Eucharist to purchase for myself bananas, milk, creamer for coffee, and other food. I departed on the bus. Arrived at my place of residency, took a shower, wrote a discussion post for my Religious Studies class, and departed for the realm of sleep.Painting of the Day: The School of Athens - Raphael Santi (1511)</blockquote>

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