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Happy belated birthday, Chief. Hope they've got Shasta up there.
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Happy Birthday to the one who has made the best words of wisdom about the peaceful neutral nature of birds, which is enough to make anyone feel emotional like Tony Soprano about ducks.“What's reality? I don't know. When my bird was looking at my computer monitor I thought, "That bird has no idea what he's looking at." And yet what does the bird do? Does he panic? No, he can't really panic, he just does the best he can. Is he able to live in a world where he's so ignorant? Well, he doesn't really have a choice. The bird is okay even though he doesn't understand the world. You're that bird looking at the monitor, and you're thinking to yourself, I can figure this out. Maybe you have some bird ideas. Maybe that's the best you can do.”
Please dont use high art for silly puns---Rock me Terry Davis.
Robert Barnes said recently on a livestream that glowies murdered someone by train. I think he was talking about Terry. Wish I could find the clip again.And that's why those niggers got him with a train
I'm not sure if Terry would have approved tbh.An AI-generated tribute to Terry Davis:
Some madlad will try and port ChatGPT or a AI into Temple0S wont they?I'm not sure if Terry would have approved tbh.
"To gods above?" I don't see him approving.I'm not sure if Terry would have approved tbh.
Why not a God-generated tribute to Terry Davis using the Temple Public Domain Operating System?An AI-generated tribute to Terry Davis:
In pixels bright, he crafted worlds divine,
A mind so unique, a soul so pure and true,
His code, a symphony, a work of art,
A master of his craft, in all he knew.
With every line, a prayer, to gods above,
He built a temple, for the ages to come,
A shining beacon, for the lost and loved,
A haven, for the weary and undone.
But as with all great men, his time was brief,
His mind, a labyrinth, a troubled soul,
Yet still, his legacy will bring relief,
And in our hearts, his memory will hold.
So let us raise a glass, to one so great,
In pixels bright, he'll live, forevermore, in grace.