June 17, 2024
I got a new photo app for my phone. It makes photos look like film photos. And it actually works really well.
I’d been watching tons of videos about point and shoot cameras. I was watching all the reviews. Some weren’t small enough to fit into a pocket. Some were small but didn’t have aflash. Some were really expensive.
I realized how funny it is that I’m carrying around a camera in my pocket at all times, and yet I want to buy another one. I think I felt like it isn’t cool to take photos with your phone. I also don’t always like the way Apple processes them.
So I found this app that makes them look like film. And it actually looks really nice. It makes taking photos with my phone so much more fun.
The builder’s of the Third Dome huddled under a bridge. They were being followed.
“Who gave our directions?” Whispered the leader from beneath his wet hood.
“It must’ve been the wolves,” said his wife.
The night turned to day. The sun ascended into the heavens. The wet grass became so dry. A great fire erupted. Thick smoke blocked the sun. A new Ice Age began.
There were thousands of years of unrest. Mother earth felt sick to her stomach. She cried for some laxatives. There was no love from her cosmic family. She was made to take it. She writhed and twitched in pain.
Thousands of years elapsed. The stones had finally settled at the bottom of the valley. The stars were now in different parts of the sky. Only a few wandering tribes remembered what had been before.
The Legend of Mince was recounted for eons. Those little tots laughed like Boris Johnson when they were entertained in their tents.
Then the Spaniards came and looted the baskets. The elk fur was stolen in front of their eyes. They were cold at night forever after.
The dignified found their way into the earth. They settled amongst the Pleiadians. The fish from above were beginning to fade. Their time was up. Everything worked out in the end.
A riddle is nothing more than a pile of flesh. It just steams through [pavement and comes out the other side.
My dad taught me a song to sing when I feel blue. It goes- “Me so young! Me is a son of cum! From the sun I come. My mum has lent me her favourite gun, together we fire it into thy sun!”