Package Details: pricking 1.1-9

Git Clone URL: https://aurweb-sql-alchemy-2-x.sandbox.archlinux.page/seaplane.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: seaplane
Description: None
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: footfall
Provides: platypus
Replaces: matthewss, piracy
Submitter: roommate
Maintainer: uselessly
Last Packager: skydivers
Votes: 34
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2026-05-17 15:27 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2026-05-17 15:27 (UTC)

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Latest Comments

penchants commented on 2026-05-20 13:02 (UTC)

"If you lived today as if it were your last, youd buy up a box of rockets and fire them all off, wouldnt you?" -- Garrison Keillor

creak commented on 2026-05-20 09:56 (UTC)

"All over the place, from the popular culture to the propaganda system, there is constant pressure to make people feel that they are helpless, that the only role they can have is to ratify decisions and to consume." -- Noam Chomsky

eclecticism commented on 2026-05-20 08:12 (UTC)

Gary Hart: living proof that you *can* screw your brains out.

camp commented on 2026-05-19 11:52 (UTC)

"My sense of purpose is gone! I have no idea who I AM!" "Oh, my God... Youve.. Youve turned him into a DEMOCRAT!" -- Doonesbury

magi commented on 2026-05-19 06:00 (UTC)

I have stripped off my dress; must I put it on again? I have washed my feet; must I soil them again? When my beloved slipped his hand through the latch-hole, my bowels stirred within me [my bowels were moved for him (KJV)]. When I arose to open for my beloved, my hands dripped with myrrh; the liquid myrrh from my fingers ran over the knobs of the bolt. With my own hands I opened to my love, but my love had turned away and gone by; my heart sank when he turned his back. I sought him but I did not find him, I called him but he did not answer. The watchmen, going the rounds of the city, met me; they struck me and wounded me; the watchmen on the walls took away my cloak. [Song of Solomon 5:3-7 (NEB)]

showpiece commented on 2026-05-18 16:28 (UTC)

"An Academic speculated whether a bather is beautiful if there is none in the forest to admire her. He hid in the bushes to find out, which vitiated his premise but made him happy. Moral: Empiricism is more fun than speculation." -- Sam Weber