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  1. RE: mastodonapp.uk/@TJ1001/1167387

    Ça, c'est de la vraie pub, authentique et légitime ... et anglaise

    "Si vous avez un trillion {mille milliards] de dollars dans un monde où les enfants crèvent de faim, vous n'êtes pas un visionnaire, vous êtes juste un connard."

    #musk #jerk

  2. RE: mastodonapp.uk/@TJ1001/1167387

    Ça, c'est de la vraie pub, authentique et légitime ... et anglaise

    "Si vous avez un trillion {mille milliards] de dollars dans un monde où les enfants crèvent de faim, vous n'êtes pas un visionnaire, vous êtes juste un connard."

    #musk #jerk

  3. RE: mastodonapp.uk/@TJ1001/1167387

    Ça, c'est de la vraie pub, authentique et légitime ... et anglaise

    "Si vous avez un trillion {mille milliards] de dollars dans un monde où les enfants crèvent de faim, vous n'êtes pas un visionnaire, vous êtes juste un connard."

    #musk #jerk

  4. RE: mastodonapp.uk/@TJ1001/1167387

    Ça, c'est de la vraie pub, authentique et légitime ... et anglaise

    "Si vous avez un trillion {mille milliards] de dollars dans un monde où les enfants crèvent de faim, vous n'êtes pas un visionnaire, vous êtes juste un connard."

    #musk #jerk

  5. RE: mastodonapp.uk/@TJ1001/1167387

    Ça, c'est de la vraie pub, authentique et légitime ... et anglaise

    "Si vous avez un trillion {mille milliards] de dollars dans un monde où les enfants crèvent de faim, vous n'êtes pas un visionnaire, vous êtes juste un connard."

    #musk #jerk

  6. Frère Jerk, frère Jerk, dormez-vous, dormez-vous?

    Sonnez les matines. Sonnez les matines.

    Ding dang dong ding dang dong

    #jerk

  7. Frère Jerk, frère Jerk, dormez-vous, dormez-vous?

    Sonnez les matines. Sonnez les matines.

    Ding dang dong ding dang dong

    #jerk

  8. Frère Jerk, frère Jerk, dormez-vous, dormez-vous?

    Sonnez les matines. Sonnez les matines.

    Ding dang dong ding dang dong

    #jerk

  9. Frère Jerk, frère Jerk, dormez-vous, dormez-vous?

    Sonnez les matines. Sonnez les matines.

    Ding dang dong ding dang dong

    #jerk

  10. Jerk shares new single, ‘alarmed’, from upcoming as day breaks EP

    castthedice.org/?p=32697

    #Jerk

  11. A few minutes later, wagons rolled up with the rest of the lager. Revin trotted downstairs and then opened the hatch into the cellar. Porters rolled barrels of beer and crates of supplies down the steep steps. Revin noticed one wagon with burly men unloading a very long crate. After they left, he cut the bands around the crate, and opened it revealing a dozen spears. Colonel Sparks might be a #jerk, Revin thought, but he was good at his job. #wss366 from *Devishire!*

  12. A few minutes later, wagons rolled up with the rest of the lager. Revin trotted downstairs and then opened the hatch into the cellar. Porters rolled barrels of beer and crates of supplies down the steep steps. Revin noticed one wagon with burly men unloading a very long crate. After they left, he cut the bands around the crate, and opened it revealing a dozen spears. Colonel Sparks might be a #jerk, Revin thought, but he was good at his job. #wss366 from *Devishire!*

  13. A few minutes later, wagons rolled up with the rest of the lager. Revin trotted downstairs and then opened the hatch into the cellar. Porters rolled barrels of beer and crates of supplies down the steep steps. Revin noticed one wagon with burly men unloading a very long crate. After they left, he cut the bands around the crate, and opened it revealing a dozen spears. Colonel Sparks might be a #jerk, Revin thought, but he was good at his job. #wss366 from *Devishire!*

  14. A few minutes later, wagons rolled up with the rest of the lager. Revin trotted downstairs and then opened the hatch into the cellar. Porters rolled barrels of beer and crates of supplies down the steep steps. Revin noticed one wagon with burly men unloading a very long crate. After they left, he cut the bands around the crate, and opened it revealing a dozen spears. Colonel Sparks might be a #jerk, Revin thought, but he was good at his job. #wss366 from *Devishire!*

  15. A few minutes later, wagons rolled up with the rest of the lager. Revin trotted downstairs and then opened the hatch into the cellar. Porters rolled barrels of beer and crates of supplies down the steep steps. Revin noticed one wagon with burly men unloading a very long crate. After they left, he cut the bands around the crate, and opened it revealing a dozen spears. Colonel Sparks might be a #jerk, Revin thought, but he was good at his job. #wss366 from *Devishire!*

  16. #TimeTravelingGhost Part 43: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart. 2 of 3

    #Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 9/21. Characters’ sincerity?

    In front of us rose a dense wall of low, tangled scrub, and beyond that, the jagged silhouette of tall trees loomed against the night sky. I could identify palm trees among them. A cool breeze blew off the ocean, along with the steady drum of the surf. Out of the wind, the night was warm and humid. The air smelled of salt, leaf mold, and something faintly acrid.

    “Heinr… Henrietta—Bijou?” She faltered and then asked, “What should I call you? That professor called you Henrietta something-or-other, but that’s not the name you gave me.”

    “Mademoiselle Henrietta Dubois is dead, and I don’t even remember what her life was like. But Henrietta is easier than Luminelle. So, Henrietta Bijou will do.”

    “Should I call you Hetty or Retta? What would you like?”

    “Bijou. It’s easy, and what you’ve been calling me.”

    “Okay, Bijou… Do you think there are timeparticles where there was no Great War and another war with Germany fizzles out?”

    “It’s possible. If there are other time-travelers, it’s something they might want to do. Then again, maybe not. I’m guessing there’re forces working against that. Someone or something ransacked my office and murdered me.”

    “Rabbits?”

    “That seems like a good guess.”

    “It never stops, does it, Bijou? We just keep doing it over and over.”

    I changed the subject. Not to be a #jerk, but the conversation stirred up the shadows of uncomfortable memories and feelings. “I think I know where we are. Not the name, but the historical event. Let’s go find Amelia.”

    I turned and walked down the beach. I found myself singing.

              Where have all the flowers gone?
              Long time passing.
              …
              Gone for soldiers, every one.
              …
              When will they ever learn?
              When will they ever learn? [Note 2]

    Note 2: Where have all the flowers gone -The Kingston Trio

    Part 3 continues in the next post.

    #TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP

  17. #TimeTravelingGhost Part 43: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart. 2 of 3

    #Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 9/21. Characters’ sincerity?

    In front of us rose a dense wall of low, tangled scrub, and beyond that, the jagged silhouette of tall trees loomed against the night sky. I could identify palm trees among them. A cool breeze blew off the ocean, along with the steady drum of the surf. Out of the wind, the night was warm and humid. The air smelled of salt, leaf mold, and something faintly acrid.

    “Heinr… Henrietta—Bijou?” She faltered and then asked, “What should I call you? That professor called you Henrietta something-or-other, but that’s not the name you gave me.”

    “Mademoiselle Henrietta Dubois is dead, and I don’t even remember what her life was like. But Henrietta is easier than Luminelle. So, Henrietta Bijou will do.”

    “Should I call you Hetty or Retta? What would you like?”

    “Bijou. It’s easy, and what you’ve been calling me.”

    “Okay, Bijou… Do you think there are timeparticles where there was no Great War and another war with Germany fizzles out?”

    “It’s possible. If there are other time-travelers, it’s something they might want to do. Then again, maybe not. I’m guessing there’re forces working against that. Someone or something ransacked my office and murdered me.”

    “Rabbits?”

    “That seems like a good guess.”

    “It never stops, does it, Bijou? We just keep doing it over and over.”

    I changed the subject. Not to be a #jerk, but the conversation stirred up the shadows of uncomfortable memories and feelings. “I think I know where we are. Not the name, but the historical event. Let’s go find Amelia.”

    I turned and walked down the beach. I found myself singing.

              Where have all the flowers gone?
              Long time passing.
              …
              Gone for soldiers, every one.
              …
              When will they ever learn?
              When will they ever learn? [Note 2]

    Note 2: Where have all the flowers gone -The Kingston Trio

    Part 3 continues in the next post.

    #TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP

  18. #TimeTravelingGhost Part 43: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart. 2 of 3

    #Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 9/21. Characters’ sincerity?

    In front of us rose a dense wall of low, tangled scrub, and beyond that, the jagged silhouette of tall trees loomed against the night sky. I could identify palm trees among them. A cool breeze blew off the ocean, along with the steady drum of the surf. Out of the wind, the night was warm and humid. The air smelled of salt, leaf mold, and something faintly acrid.

    “Heinr… Henrietta—Bijou?” She faltered and then asked, “What should I call you? That professor called you Henrietta something-or-other, but that’s not the name you gave me.”

    “Mademoiselle Henrietta Dubois is dead, and I don’t even remember what her life was like. But Henrietta is easier than Luminelle. So, Henrietta Bijou will do.”

    “Should I call you Hetty or Retta? What would you like?”

    “Bijou. It’s easy, and what you’ve been calling me.”

    “Okay, Bijou… Do you think there are timeparticles where there was no Great War and another war with Germany fizzles out?”

    “It’s possible. If there are other time-travelers, it’s something they might want to do. Then again, maybe not. I’m guessing there’re forces working against that. Someone or something ransacked my office and murdered me.”

    “Rabbits?”

    “That seems like a good guess.”

    “It never stops, does it, Bijou? We just keep doing it over and over.”

    I changed the subject. Not to be a #jerk, but the conversation stirred up the shadows of uncomfortable memories and feelings. “I think I know where we are. Not the name, but the historical event. Let’s go find Amelia.”

    I turned and walked down the beach. I found myself singing.

              Where have all the flowers gone?
              Long time passing.
              …
              Gone for soldiers, every one.
              …
              When will they ever learn?
              When will they ever learn? [Note 2]

    Note 2: Where have all the flowers gone -The Kingston Trio

    Part 3 continues in the next post.

    #TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP

  19. #TimeTravelingGhost Part 43: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart. 2 of 3

    #Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 9/21. Characters’ sincerity?

    In front of us rose a dense wall of low, tangled scrub, and beyond that, the jagged silhouette of tall trees loomed against the night sky. I could identify palm trees among them. A cool breeze blew off the ocean, along with the steady drum of the surf. Out of the wind, the night was warm and humid. The air smelled of salt, leaf mold, and something faintly acrid.

    “Heinr… Henrietta—Bijou?” She faltered and then asked, “What should I call you? That professor called you Henrietta something-or-other, but that’s not the name you gave me.”

    “Mademoiselle Henrietta Dubois is dead, and I don’t even remember what her life was like. But Henrietta is easier than Luminelle. So, Henrietta Bijou will do.”

    “Should I call you Hetty or Retta? What would you like?”

    “Bijou. It’s easy, and what you’ve been calling me.”

    “Okay, Bijou… Do you think there are timeparticles where there was no Great War and another war with Germany fizzles out?”

    “It’s possible. If there are other time-travelers, it’s something they might want to do. Then again, maybe not. I’m guessing there’re forces working against that. Someone or something ransacked my office and murdered me.”

    “Rabbits?”

    “That seems like a good guess.”

    “It never stops, does it, Bijou? We just keep doing it over and over.”

    I changed the subject. Not to be a #jerk, but the conversation stirred up the shadows of uncomfortable memories and feelings. “I think I know where we are. Not the name, but the historical event. Let’s go find Amelia.”

    I turned and walked down the beach. I found myself singing.

              Where have all the flowers gone?
              Long time passing.
              …
              Gone for soldiers, every one.
              …
              When will they ever learn?
              When will they ever learn? [Note 2]

    Note 2: Where have all the flowers gone -The Kingston Trio

    Part 3 continues in the next post.

    #TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP

  20. #TimeTravelingGhost Part 43: EP 4: 1937 Amelia Earhart. 2 of 3

    #Wss366 #TimeTravelAuthors 9/21. Characters’ sincerity?

    In front of us rose a dense wall of low, tangled scrub, and beyond that, the jagged silhouette of tall trees loomed against the night sky. I could identify palm trees among them. A cool breeze blew off the ocean, along with the steady drum of the surf. Out of the wind, the night was warm and humid. The air smelled of salt, leaf mold, and something faintly acrid.

    “Heinr… Henrietta—Bijou?” She faltered and then asked, “What should I call you? That professor called you Henrietta something-or-other, but that’s not the name you gave me.”

    “Mademoiselle Henrietta Dubois is dead, and I don’t even remember what her life was like. But Henrietta is easier than Luminelle. So, Henrietta Bijou will do.”

    “Should I call you Hetty or Retta? What would you like?”

    “Bijou. It’s easy, and what you’ve been calling me.”

    “Okay, Bijou… Do you think there are timeparticles where there was no Great War and another war with Germany fizzles out?”

    “It’s possible. If there are other time-travelers, it’s something they might want to do. Then again, maybe not. I’m guessing there’re forces working against that. Someone or something ransacked my office and murdered me.”

    “Rabbits?”

    “That seems like a good guess.”

    “It never stops, does it, Bijou? We just keep doing it over and over.”

    I changed the subject. Not to be a #jerk, but the conversation stirred up the shadows of uncomfortable memories and feelings. “I think I know where we are. Not the name, but the historical event. Let’s go find Amelia.”

    I turned and walked down the beach. I found myself singing.

              Where have all the flowers gone?
              Long time passing.
              …
              Gone for soldiers, every one.
              …
              When will they ever learn?
              When will they ever learn? [Note 2]

    Note 2: Where have all the flowers gone -The Kingston Trio

    Part 3 continues in the next post.

    #TootFic #MicroFiction #Serial #TimeTravel #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP