Notices by LS (lain@lain.com), page 53
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@Mitsu he is squirrel racist
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@shibao and now you’re awake and gay again smh
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@kaia so lebt die Regierung es vor
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@iceloops rude
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@kaia maybe there are sanctions on exports or something
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@kaia given how women rate men, that’s the top 20%
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@kaia Iran on suicide watch
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@nosleep it really is false advertising
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Dang
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@CrustyB the patriarchy is as powerful as ever
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@sampo add a cofe for a complete breakfast
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@sampo cute dog
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> Flowussy
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@cjd he had just received his 5th booster
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@kaia @talviunelias this is the biggest lie on the fediverse
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hey lebron... i have two tickets for the orient express... do you maybe... want to join me? probably not though... you probably think it's stupid...
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new fediverse wrongwarp discovered
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Nearly everyone knows Percy Shelley's "Ozymandias", but not many know that it was part of a competition with his friend Horace Smith, where they would both write sonnets on the same theme. It's striking how much better Shelley's version is. Both poems use the same theme and are equally long, but Shelley's version is elegant and flowing while Smith's version is very clunky in comparison. Here are the two poems:
Shelley:
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Smith:
In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone,
Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws
The only shadow that the Desert knows:—
"I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone,
"The King of Kings; this mighty City shows
The wonders of my hand."— The City's gone,—
Naught but the Leg remaining to disclose
The site of this forgotten Babylon.
We wonder — and some Hunter may express
Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness
Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace,
He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in that annihilated place.
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@archaeohistories half sunk
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