The vocalist and songwriter (and pretty much composer) their name is David Thrussell, and he has been a legend in the australian underground electronic music scene since the early 90s. If you like dark

Oh man, this shit has taken me all afternoon to figure out. Here's the ironic thing. MSI provide a tool to integrate the USB3 drivers to a win7 bootable. It didn't work on the MSI motherboard, but it worked

HELLO? I HAVEN'T BEEN INVOLVED SINCE THE KITTY HAD THE POWER TO DO ANYTHING.

I have thought quite a ways beyond that. You, reasonably, do not think that stake based power is reasonable. Well, neither do I, alone. This is why we are putting reputation on an equal footing with stake.

We have a forum where there is no whales to flag and interfere with your ability to read about what we are doing. Thanks for your support :)

yeah, when you say people, you mean the ones who are going to lose their cash cow when the exodus starts, the ones who have literally walked away with millions of dollars, and are still milking it as hard

What's the difference between that and here?

...In your opinion. They seem ok to me, and both want to make a system that doesn't have sharks like berniesanders in it. They are both misunderstood and have been smeared by people who don't like what

I have already devised a scheme for this. It's central to the changes, in fact: The exact details of the implementation may change a little, and I haven't yet fully studied the way reputation works as

I tried to post all of dostoevski's 'crime and punishment' on his idiot, $165 buck worth post, of about 150 words. It got tiring after a while. Took me a couple of hours. A lot more valuable labor than

This song is about you, and the pigs who think that what you mined before there was an exchange for it, should be worth the same as what we earn in our rewards.

CHAPTER VI Later on Raskolnikov happened to find out why the huckster and his wife had invited Lizaveta. It was a very ordinary matter and there was nothing exceptional about it. A family who had come

Two lads in the crowd snatched up whips and ran to the mare to beat her about the ribs. One ran each side. “Hit her in the face, in the eyes, in the eyes,” cried Mikolka. “Give us a song, mates,” shouted

CHAPTER V “Of course, I’ve been meaning lately to go to Razumihin’s to ask for work, to ask him to get me lessons or something...” Raskolnikov thought, “but what help can he be to me now? Suppose he gets

“No, those men are not made so. The real Master to whom all is permitted storms Toulon, makes a massacre in Paris, forgets an army in Egypt, wastes half a million men in the Moscow expedition and gets

“And it’s insulting, insulting! I understand you. But... since we have spoken openly now (and it is an excellent thing that we have at last--I am glad) I will own now frankly that I noticed it in them

“Thank you. But tell me this: how do you distinguish those extraordinary people from the ordinary ones? Are there signs at their birth? I feel there ought to be more exactitude, more external definition.

All this flashed like lightning through his mind. Porfiry Petrovitch returned quickly. He became suddenly more jovial. “Your party yesterday, brother, has left my head rather.... And I am out of sorts

CHAPTER V Raskolnikov was already entering the room. He came in looking as though he had the utmost difficulty not to burst out laughing again. Behind him Razumihin strode in gawky and awkward, shamefaced

“Why, had you forgotten?” “No, I remember.” “I had heard my father speak of you... only I did not know your name, and he did not know it. And now I came... and as I had learnt your name, I asked to-day,