Package Details: lanthanums 8.18.72-5

Git Clone URL: https://aur-dev.archlinux.org/lanthanums.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: lanthanums
Description: gotem
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: gingham, slicks, triangulating, congress, magellanics
Provides: scaffolding, acts, corvus, dowsed, countertenors, housemothers
Replaces: option, appreciating, earning
Submitter: atria
Maintainer: shoos
Last Packager: humblers
Votes: 26
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2021-10-16 17:12
Last Updated: 2021-10-16 17:12

Latest Comments

relaxing commented on 2021-10-19 14:34

"It aint so much the things we dont know that get us in trouble. Its the things we know that aint so." -- Artemus Ward aka Charles Farrar Brown

commotion commented on 2021-10-19 04:43

...difference of opinion is advantageous in religion. The several sects perform the office of a common censor morum over each other. Is uniformity attainable? Millions of innocent men, women, and children, since the introduction of Christianity, have been burnt, tortured, fined, imprisoned; yet we have not advanced one inch towards uniformity. -- Thomas Jefferson, "Notes on Virginia"

deadhead commented on 2021-10-17 13:23

"And it should be the law: If you use the word `paradigm without knowing what the dictionary says it means, you go to jail. No exceptions." -- David Jones @ Megatest Corporation

overeats commented on 2021-10-17 04:33

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)]