Gnome's Appreciation Station

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As an analogy, think of the checkout lines in a supermarket. 

LOL. I have no idea… 

he had also missed the memo.

….damnit. :(

“Selling artwork in the secondary market is easier than selling it in the primary market in one significant way: generally the work you’re selling is understood to be important (otherwise why would it have sold in the first place?).” — Dammit I feel dirty and guilty already. This is from ‘How to start and run a commercial art gallery’ by Edward Winkelman.

So he went out and cut willows, and brought them home; and she began to weave them, but the hard twigs wounded her gentle hands.

Okay.

I guess it made sense, though: you wouldn’t want to lean over your prisoners with all that deadly hardware at their eye-level—they might grab your gun with their teeth and pull the trigger with their tongues or something.

WHAT THE EVERLIVING FUCK. 

I don’t even have boo— wait. 

HELLO TRUSTY 1913 PRINT OF MARK TWAIN’S “ROUGHING IT” now let’s see. 

Then he came down and stood up on the other end awhile, and the bull actually stopped pawing sand and bellowing to contemplate the inhuman spectacle. 

wat  

The fatal poison of irresponsible power was already in her hands, and soon commenced it’s infernal work.

…WELL THEN.