I'm dying reading one of the more recent "make money with Clarkesworld" articles. Clearly generated, but maybe in another language and machine translated to English.
"While prior composing experiences can be valuable, it’s not in a general sense required to surrender to Clarkesworld Magazine."
« Nous vivons une époque impossible. Impossible de retenir son souffle, et pourtant impossible de respirer. Impossible de fermer les yeux, et pourtant impossible de regarder. Impossible de ne pas écrire, et pourtant impossible de trouver les mots justes. »
Whenever I hear politicians talking about trusting the British public to do the right thing come the general election, I'm reminded that every year dozens of people in this country take part in a race, which is essentially just falling down a big hill behind some cheese.
Apropos “Where’s Melania”: Trump & his Slovenian escort spent years calling for Obama’s birth certificate. I’m calling for Melania’s legal immigration papers. How did she get an “Einstein” visa for extraordinary abilities, despite her blatant lie under oath about college degrees?
All Zombies Go To Heaven Lyrics 3rd Place #Fedivision 2024
~ #Dgar
I got clouds in my head and I’m feeling kinda dizzy.
My eyes kinda hurt and my hair is all frizzy.
This jacket smells bad and I stepped in something squishy.
I’m feeling kinda hungry, so I gotta get busy.
Walking to the beat and everything is gritty.
Boarded up houses but the gardens look pretty.
Get with the crew and we start to get giddy.
We’re drawn down the street by the promise of the city.
I may fall today,
But I don’t need no confession.
It doesn’t hurt to pray,
But I’ve still got my depression.
Searching for some brains,
It’s kinda my obsession.
I think it’s safe to say,
All zombies go to heaven.
You can see the meat hanging out to dry.
They think they’re safe and believe that lie.
But behind their walls they start to cry.
They see us coming and we won’t die.
We are the hoard and we grow every day.
Trying to make it in a world decayed.
We can’t talk. Got nothing to say,
Paying the price that we all have to pay.
I may fall today,
But I don’t need no confession.
It doesn’t hurt to pray,
But I’ve still got my depression.
Searching for some brains,
It’s kinda my obsession.
I think it’s safe to say,
All zombies go to heaven.
All zombies go to heaven.
I may fall today,
But I don’t need no confession.
It doesn’t hurt to pray,
But I’ve still got my depression.
Searching for some brains,
It’s kinda my obsession.
I think it’s safe to say,
All zombies go to heaven.
All zombies go to heaven.
All zombies,
Go to heaven.
I wanna say thank you to everyone who participates in all the music hashtags, #TuneTuesday is special as it crosses all the music genres and it's how I found so many of the people who make up the music hashtag bubble.
There are too many of you to name, plus I don't want to accidentally miss anyone off. You all rock 🎸 Something that should appeal to all and has the sense of fun we share 💙 #ItsForYou
Jill and I are praying for those who lost their lives as a result of devastating tornadoes that tore through Texas, Arkansas, and Oklahoma.
We are immensely grateful to our first responders and emergency personnel who have been working around the clock to save lives. FEMA has been on the ground conducting damage assessments and we stand ready to provide support as needed.
With more severe weather expected, we urge residents to remain vigilant and heed the warnings of officials.