Package Details: microseconds 9.11.24-7

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Submitter: feeders
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Last Packager: shams
Votes: 29
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First Submitted: 2026-05-17 15:27 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2026-05-17 15:27 (UTC)

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learning commented on 2026-05-20 12:48 (UTC)

...the prevailing Catholic odor - incense, wax, centuries of mild bleating from the lips of the flock. -- Thomas Pynchon, _Gravitys Rainbow_

profitably commented on 2026-05-20 09:24 (UTC)

"Our vision is to speed up time, eventually eliminating it." -- Alex Schure

vaughns commented on 2026-05-20 03:51 (UTC)

What the gods would destroy they first submit to an IEEE standards committee.

points commented on 2026-05-20 03:49 (UTC)

"Why should we subsidize intellectual curiosity?" -Ronald Reagan

luckiest commented on 2026-05-18 12:21 (UTC)

"my terminal is a lethal teaspoon." -- Patricia O Tuama

wackest commented on 2026-05-17 19:31 (UTC)

Now I was heading, in my hot cage, down towards meat-market country on the tip of the West Village. Here the redbrick warehouses double as carcass galleries and rat hives, the Manhattan fauna seeking its necessary level, living or dead. Here too you find the heavy faggot hangouts, The Spike, the Water Closet, the Mother Load. Nobody knows what goes on in these places. Only the heavy faggots know. Even Fielding seems somewhat vague on the question. You get zapped and flogged and dumped on -- by almost anybodys standards, you have a really terrible time. The average patron arrives at the Spike in one taxi but needs to go back to his sock in two. And then the next night he shows up for more. They shackle themselves to racks, they bask in urinals. Their folks have a lot of explaining to do, if you want my opinion, particularly the mums. Sorry to single you ladies out like this but the story must start somewhere. A craving for hourly murder -- it cant be willed. In the meantime, Fielding tells me, Mother Nature looks on and taps her foot and clicks her tongue. Always a champion of monogamy, she is cooking up some fancy new diseases. She just isnt going to stand for it. -- Martin Amis, _Money_