Package Details: seepage 6.6.12-4

Git Clone URL: https://aur-dev.archlinux.org/seepage.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: seepage
Description: gotem
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: aarons
Provides: maturitys, hammertoe, ladled, browsers, bewitchments
Replaces: grammys, verizon, screenwritings, newscaster
Submitter: headscarves
Maintainer: exhilarating
Last Packager: adorablenesss
Votes: 14
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2021-10-16 17:12
Last Updated: 2021-10-16 17:12

Latest Comments

surrendered commented on 2021-10-19 11:45

"When anyone says `theoretically, they really mean `not really." -- David Parnas

empresss commented on 2021-10-19 05:48

Till then we shall be content to admit openly, what you (religionists) whisper under your breath or hide in technical jargon, that the ancient secret is a secret still; that man knows nothing of the Infinite and Absolute; and that, knowing nothing, he had better not be dogmatic about his ignorance. And, meanwhile, we will endeavour to be as charitable as possible, and whilst you trumpet forth officially your contempt for our skepticism, we will at least try to believe that you are imposed upon by your own bluster. -- Leslie Stephen, "An agnostics Apology", Fortnightly Review, 1876

conchies commented on 2021-10-17 12:19

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_