Package Details: relieve 2.18-7

Git Clone URL: https://aurweb-sql-alchemy-2-x.sandbox.archlinux.page/relieve.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: relieve
Description: None
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: mimicked
Provides: abuser, osmiums
Replaces: fluxs
Submitter: gigapixel
Maintainer: och
Last Packager: gawkinesss
Votes: 23
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2026-05-19 10:20 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2026-05-19 10:20 (UTC)

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Latest Comments

eyeing commented on 2026-05-21 12:50 (UTC)

Delta: Were Amtrak with wings. -- David Letterman

manageresses commented on 2026-05-21 09:59 (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_

veers commented on 2026-05-20 21:55 (UTC)

Police up your spare rounds and frags. Dont leave nothin for the dinks. -- Willem Dafoe in "Platoon"

morosely commented on 2026-05-20 13:51 (UTC)

It is either through the influence of narcotic potions, of which all primitive peoples and races speak in hymns, or through the powerful approach of spring, penetrating with joy all of nature, that those Dionysian stirrings arise, which in their intensification lead the individual to forget himself completely. . . .Not only does the bond between man and man come to be forged once again by the magic of the Dionysian rite, but alienated, hostile, or subjugated nature again celebrates her reconciliation with her prodigal son, man. -- Fred Nietzsche, The Birth of Tragedy