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Girls, Head, and Huh: know it's her own song but l still can't believe how she finds every pitch so perfectly because when I try to sing along I just don't know where my voice is supposed to go 8 months ago Reply Hide replies Indeed, her pitch is like a laser. I've watched pretty much all videos of her and she's been off key like only twice 4 months ago Reply 3 Shes mythic 2 months ago Reply It's an effect of self inflicted brainwash. When you listen to something a few times this something becomes the high standard of quality. Her pitch and elevation is very, very far from pitch perfect if the quint is the ultimate arbiter. n fact, her pitch is awful regardless what musical system you just her voice after. On top of this, her singing style is really poor. It's flat. H armonically narrow. Still she is able to touch people or at least that's how it seams. She is specially touching unmusical morons who believe music is for pleasing emotional nonsense inside your head. An activity not much unlike keep nursing a certain nightmare and it comes back regularly to hunt you. There are many activities equally insane. Torture oneself with a whip or sharp objects by cutting into ones skin. You find people like this, not only among stupid young girls, but all over the demographic. What they've got in common is years upon years of brainwash where they are taught emotional rant and no reason, no ethical standard. This will inevitable culminate into poor self-control, lack of dignity (dont confuse dignity with sorrow) and at the end, no stability. You go on listen to Aurora to dig that dark hole of yours, even deeper into the ground. One day you won't be able to crawl yourself back up Show less 2 months ago Reply 4I Aurora isn't much different than the rest of trash pop music. You must be in emotional mode to believe that or never had experience with high quality music following the quint huh? 2 months ago Reply i 4 Because her music is emotional, yes? That's what music does, especially hers, and I think that's good because it makes me able to express feelings l don't have the words for. What do you consider high quality music then? Music that doesn't inflict emotion. That is impossible. 2 months ago Reply ID what Music that is pleasing for a trained ear and a trained brain-trained to listen t uint music That's what I consider high quality music. If your goal of music is to inflict emotions you can not learn to like music of high quality. You see, emotions are mostly nflicted by glitches and errors in a brainwash to be forgiving Show less what is quint quint (plural quints) 2 months ago 1. (music) an interval of one t Reply 4I 2. (in pique) a sequence of f 3. (US, informal a quin or qu 4. (firefighting) A vehicle user People who enjoy emotional music are "unmusical morons" who have been "brainwashed" into torturing themselves with "pleasing emotional nonsense"
Girls, Head, and Huh: know it's her own song but l still can't believe how she finds every pitch so perfectly because when I try to sing along I just don't
 know where my voice is supposed to go
 8 months ago
 Reply
 Hide replies
 Indeed, her pitch is like a laser. I've watched pretty much all videos of her and she's been off key like only twice
 4 months ago
 Reply
 3
 Shes mythic
 2 months ago
 Reply
 It's an effect of self inflicted brainwash. When you listen to something a few times this something becomes the high
 standard of quality. Her pitch and elevation is very, very far from pitch perfect if the quint is the ultimate arbiter.
 n fact, her
 pitch is awful regardless what musical system you just her voice after. On top of this, her singing style is really poor. It's
 flat. H
 armonically narrow. Still she is able to touch people or at least that's how it
 seams. She is specially touching
 unmusical morons who believe music is for pleasing emotional nonsense inside your head. An activity not much unlike
 keep nursing a certain nightmare and it comes back regularly to hunt you. There are many activities equally insane. Torture
 oneself with a whip or sharp objects by cutting into ones skin. You find people like this, not only among stupid young girls,
 but all over the demographic. What they've got in common is years upon years of brainwash where they are taught
 emotional rant and no reason, no ethical standard. This will inevitable culminate into poor self-control, lack of dignity (dont
 confuse dignity with sorrow) and at the end, no stability. You go on listen to Aurora to dig that dark hole of yours, even
 deeper into the ground. One day you won't be able to crawl yourself back up
 Show less
 2 months ago
 Reply 4I

 Aurora isn't much different than the rest of trash pop music. You must be in emotional mode to believe that or never had
 experience with high quality music following the quint
 huh?
 2 months ago
 Reply i
 4
 Because her music is emotional, yes? That's what music does, especially hers, and I think that's good
 because it makes me able to express feelings l don't have the words for. What do you consider high quality music then?
 Music that doesn't inflict emotion. That is impossible.
 2 months ago
 Reply ID
 what
 Music that is pleasing for a trained ear and a trained brain-trained to listen t
 uint music That's what
 I
 consider high quality music.
 If your goal of music is to inflict emotions you can not learn to like music of high quality. You see, emotions are mostly
 nflicted by glitches and errors in a brainwash to be forgiving
 Show less
 what is quint
 quint (plural quints)
 2 months ago
 1. (music) an interval of one t
 Reply 4I
 2. (in pique) a sequence of f
 3. (US, informal a quin or qu
 4. (firefighting) A vehicle user
People who enjoy emotional music are "unmusical morons" who have been "brainwashed" into torturing themselves with "pleasing emotional nonsense"

People who enjoy emotional music are "unmusical morons" who have been "brainwashed" into torturing themselves with "pleasing emotional nonse...

Bad, Butt, and Children: INTERLUDE THEED, NABoo They call him the old veteran, which is funny because he's only ten years old. But he's been here longer than all the other kids. Refugees come and refugees go, all from worlds either damaged in war or where the Empire was run off, leaving only chaos in the absence. Some of the children stay for one wave, two, even three-but eventually someone comes, someone fancy, and adopts them. But not Mapo. Mapo, with one ear gone, half his face looking like the busines end of a woodworking rasp. The scar tissue, like bad ground, runs up from his jav, over the hole that used to be his ear, and to his scalp. The hair doesn't grow there. For a while he the tried growing r out and letting it fall over that si over a waterfall, but the maven said it just made him look even approachable. (As if such a thing were possible.) His arm on that side, too, isn't so good anymore. It's bent and hans STAR WARS: AFTERMATH: EMPIRE's END half useless 93 like the arm of some clumsy blurrg. It works. But not Now he stands in the Plaza of the Catalan, on the far side of the Silver Fount Theed a city of plazas and fountains, but Mapolikes this one best. The kids call it the mountain fountain, what with the way the jets of water make the shape of a mountainous peak, a arcing that towers easily over those gathered here in the plaza to watch peak the tik tak birds or paint the Gallo Mountains far beyond the capitals margins, Through the spray, he sees a shape sitting on the far side. Just a sil- houette blurred by the rush of water. -You can go talk to him. Kayana says. The young woman is one of the Naboo here She's a minder, one of those who watch the children, "No, it's okay. Mapo says. "It's fine. He's busy "Im sure hed love to meet you. She gives him a little shove. He grunts and thinks, Nobody wants to meet me. Maybe that's why Kayana is shoving him, because she's shut- ting him off to someone else. He heard the minders talking a couple a s only of weeks back and they said he was a real downer Refuges Still, maybe she's right. And it's not like he has anything else going on. Mapo won't be adopted today. Or tomorrow. or never ever ever. r or what Mapo walks the circumference of the fountain. The wind carries the mist over him, cooling him down. Helets his finger trail along the stone top of the fountain's border, drawing lines in the water that fast And then there he is: The Gungan stoops down, sucking a small red fish into his mouth with a urp. A tongue snakes out and licks the long, beaklike mouth, looking figure sucks on his fingers Mapodearshis presence. throat to announce his ivdfM The Gungan startles, "oh! Heyo-dalee. "Hi Mapo two of them stare quietly at each other. The silencestretches. The Gungan has been as long as Mapo has. Longer probably her CHUCK WENDIG Since children started coming in by the shipload as refugees, the Gun gan has served them, performing for the kids once or twice a day He does tricks. He juggles. He falls over and shakes his head as his roll around inside their fleshy stalks. He makes goofy sounds and does strange little dances. Sometimes it's the same performance, re. peated. Sometimes the Gungan does different things, things you've never seen, things you'll never see again, Just a few days ago, he splashed into the fountain's center, then pretended to have the streams shoot him way up in the air. He leapt straight up, then back down with a splash. And he leapt from compass point to compass point, back and forth, before finally conking his head on the edge and plopping down on his butt. Shaking his head. Tongue wagging. All the kids laughed. Then the Gungan laughed, too. The clown, they call him. Bring the clown. We want to see the clown. We like it how he juggles glombo shells, or spits fish up in the air and catches them, or how he dances around and falls on his butt. That's what the kids say. The adults, though. They don't say much about him. or to him. And no other Gungans come to see him, either. Nobody even says his "My names Mapo' the boy says. "Mesa Jar Jar" "Hi, Jar Jar" "Yousa wantin' some bites?" The Gungan holds up a little red fish and waggles it in the air. "Desa pik-pok fish bera good. "No." "Oh, okee-day." And again, silence yawns between them like a widening chasm. The boy can see that the Gungan is older than some of the others he's seen here in Theed. Already lar Jar's got wiggling chin whikers dangling-not hair, but little fish-skin protuberances. They dance when he moves, like when he gently brings a fish to his lips, his move ment slow and hesitant as if he's not sure he should. The Gungan is watching Mapo more than he's watching his fish, though-and sua Jod STAR WARS: AFTERMATH: EMPIRE'S END denly it slips out of his hand. He tries catching it with his other hand, and the fish slips from his grip there, too. He makes an alarmed squawk, and suddenly his tongue shoots from his puckered lips, cap- turing the fish midair and launching it into his mouth. Jar Jar winces as a little sound lp) comes from him. Mapo laughs. Jar Jar offers a big smile Like he's not even embarrassed by it. It just makes Mapo laugh harder. Jar Jar seems pleased by the sound. As if it's music to him. "Where yousa comin' from?" "Golus station" The blank look in the Gungan's eyes tells Mapo that he doesn't know where that is. So Mapo tells him: "It's above Golus. Gas planet in the Mid Rim. The Empire was there. They used us as a refueling depot? But when they left, they decided to blow the fuel tanks. I guess so nobody else could have them. Take my toys and go home, that sorta thing. My mom and dad Mapo is angry with himself that he can't say it even after all this time. The words lodge in his chest and he just looks away. "oie, mooie. Jar Jar shakes his head, looking down in his lap. "That bera sad-makin' Then his eyestalks perk up, "Yousa wantin to see a trick?" Mapo arches his one remaining eyebrow. okay, sure. The Gungan chuckles and dips his head in the fountain, filling his face with water. His beak and cheeks bulge. Mapo expects him to spit it out, but he doesn't. Instead he seems to tighten his body, his neck thickening with tension and his eyes popping wide. Then: Water sprays from the Gungan's flappy ears. Fsssht! As his cheeks shrink, the water comes gushing from each side of Jar Jar's head. Mapo can't help it. He laughs so hard his ribs hurt. Jar Jar doesn't laugh, but he sits back down, looking as satisfied as anybody can get. When the boy is finally done, he wipes the tears from his eyes. Mapo grins, "That was gross' Jar lar gives a thumbs-up, CHUCK WENDIG "Nobody really talks to me the boy blurts out. "Mesa talkin to you!" "Yeah I know For now. And nobody else does. Nobody even wa to look at me Mapo doesn't even feel real, sometimes. Like m he's just a ghost. Idon't even want to look at me. Jar Jar shrugs. "All-n nobodies talkin to mesa, too" "I noticed that. Why don't they talk to you?" "My no so sure" The Gungan makes a hmm sound. Mesa thinkin it cause-o Jar lar makin some uh-oh mistakens Big mistakens Der Gunga bosses banished me longo ago. Mesa no been to horne in for. ebbers. And desa hisen Naboo tink I help the uh-oh Empire: For a moment, the Gungan looks sad. Staring off at an unfixed point. He shrugs. "My no know Though Mapo wonders if he knows more than he's saying. "I don't think you helped the Empire" Mapo says that without being sure of anything, but he doesn't get the feeling this strange fel. low would've done anything like that. Not on purpose. Hes just a sweet old clown. "Maybe you just don't belong anywhere like me "Mabee dat okee-day." "Maybe it is, uhh, okee-day. Mapo sighs. "I don't think rm going anywhere, Jar Jar" "My no go somewhere, either" "Maybe we can go nowhere together?" "Dat bombad ideal "oh Mapo dips his chin to his chest. "Sorry" But Jar Jar laughs. No. Bombad My smilin! Wesa be pallos, pallo The Gungan pats the boy on the head. Mapo doesn't know what's going on, but bombad must mean "good somehow, so he goes with it. Can you teach me tobeadown too?" Bein downin is bombad, too. My teachin yousa, palla we maken the whole galaxy smilin, huh?" "Sounds good to me, Jar Jar. And thanks Jar Jar gives him a thumbs up and a big grin. Pa Night on Chandr blowing, the bree mist. "Look: Solo s amid him, Temm You won't to need ade and s landing The 5 Jar Jar pages from empire's end
Bad, Butt, and Children: INTERLUDE
 THEED, NABoo
 They call him the old veteran, which is funny because he's only ten
 years old. But he's been here longer than all the other kids. Refugees
 come and refugees go, all from worlds either damaged in war or where
 the Empire was run off, leaving only chaos in the absence. Some of the
 children stay for one wave, two, even three-but eventually someone
 comes, someone fancy, and adopts them.
 But not Mapo.
 Mapo, with one ear gone, half his face looking like the busines
 end of a woodworking rasp. The scar tissue, like bad ground, runs
 up from his jav, over the hole that used to be his ear, and to his
 scalp. The hair doesn't grow there. For a while he the
 tried growing r out and letting it fall over that si
 over a waterfall, but the maven said it just made him look even
 approachable.
 (As if such a thing were possible.)
 His arm on that side, too, isn't so good anymore. It's bent
 and hans

 STAR WARS: AFTERMATH: EMPIRE's END
 half useless 93
 like the arm of some clumsy blurrg. It works. But not
 Now he stands in the Plaza of the Catalan, on the far side of the
 Silver Fount
 Theed a city of plazas and fountains, but Mapolikes
 this one best. The kids call it the mountain fountain, what with the
 way the jets of water make the shape of a mountainous peak, a
 arcing that towers easily over those gathered here in the plaza to watch
 peak the tik tak birds or paint the Gallo Mountains far beyond the capitals
 margins,
 Through the spray, he sees a shape sitting on the far side. Just a sil-
 houette blurred by the rush of water.
 -You can go talk to him. Kayana says. The young woman is one of
 the Naboo here She's a minder, one of those who watch
 the children,
 "No, it's okay. Mapo says. "It's fine. He's busy
 "Im sure hed love to meet you.
 She gives him a little shove. He grunts and thinks, Nobody wants to
 meet me. Maybe that's why Kayana is shoving him, because she's shut-
 ting him off to someone else. He heard the minders talking a couple
 a s only of weeks back and they said he was a real downer
 Refuges Still, maybe she's right. And it's not like he has anything else going
 on. Mapo won't be adopted today. Or tomorrow. or never ever ever.
 r or what
 Mapo walks the circumference of the fountain. The wind carries
 the mist over him, cooling him down. Helets his finger trail along the
 stone top of the fountain's border, drawing lines in the water that fast
 And then there he is:
 The Gungan stoops down, sucking a small red fish into his mouth
 with a
 urp. A tongue snakes out and licks the long, beaklike mouth,
 looking figure sucks on his fingers
 Mapodearshis presence.
 throat to announce his ivdfM The Gungan startles, "oh! Heyo-dalee.
 "Hi Mapo two of them stare quietly at each other. The silencestretches.
 The Gungan has been as long as Mapo has. Longer probably
 her

 CHUCK WENDIG
 Since children started coming in by the shipload as refugees, the Gun
 gan has served them, performing for the kids once or twice a day He
 does tricks. He juggles. He falls over and shakes his head as his
 roll around inside their fleshy stalks. He makes goofy sounds and
 does strange little dances. Sometimes it's the same performance, re.
 peated. Sometimes the Gungan does different things, things you've
 never seen, things you'll never see again, Just a few days ago, he
 splashed into the fountain's center, then pretended to have the streams
 shoot him way up in the air. He leapt straight up, then back down with
 a splash. And he leapt from compass point to compass point, back and
 forth, before finally conking his head on the edge and plopping down
 on his butt. Shaking his head. Tongue wagging. All the kids laughed.
 Then the Gungan laughed, too.
 The clown, they call him. Bring the clown. We want to see the clown.
 We like it how he juggles glombo shells, or spits fish up in the air and
 catches them, or how he dances around and falls on his butt.
 That's what the kids say.
 The adults, though. They don't say much about him. or to him.
 And no other Gungans come to see him, either. Nobody even says his
 "My names Mapo' the boy says.
 "Mesa Jar Jar"
 "Hi, Jar Jar"
 "Yousa wantin' some bites?" The Gungan holds up a little red fish
 and waggles it in the air. "Desa pik-pok fish bera good.
 "No."
 "Oh, okee-day."
 And again, silence yawns between them like a widening chasm.
 The boy can see that the Gungan is older than some of the others
 he's seen here in Theed. Already lar Jar's got wiggling chin whikers
 dangling-not hair, but little fish-skin protuberances. They dance
 when he moves, like when he gently brings a fish to his lips, his move
 ment slow and hesitant as if he's not sure he should. The Gungan is
 watching Mapo more than he's watching his fish, though-and sua
 Jod

 STAR WARS: AFTERMATH: EMPIRE'S END
 denly it slips out of his hand. He tries catching it with his other hand,
 and the fish slips from his grip there, too. He makes an alarmed
 squawk, and suddenly his tongue shoots from his puckered lips, cap-
 turing the fish midair and launching it into his mouth. Jar Jar winces
 as a little sound lp) comes from him.
 Mapo laughs.
 Jar Jar offers a big smile Like he's not even embarrassed by it.
 It just makes Mapo laugh harder. Jar Jar seems pleased by the
 sound. As if it's music to him.
 "Where yousa comin' from?"
 "Golus station" The blank look in the Gungan's eyes tells Mapo
 that he doesn't know where that is. So Mapo tells him: "It's above
 Golus. Gas planet in the Mid Rim. The Empire was there. They used
 us as a refueling depot? But when they left, they decided to blow
 the fuel tanks. I guess so nobody else could have them. Take my toys
 and go home, that sorta thing. My mom and dad
 Mapo is angry
 with himself that he can't say it even after all this time. The words
 lodge in his chest and he just looks away.
 "oie, mooie. Jar Jar shakes his head, looking down in his lap. "That
 bera sad-makin' Then his eyestalks perk up, "Yousa wantin to see a
 trick?"
 Mapo arches his one remaining eyebrow. okay, sure.
 The Gungan chuckles and dips his head in the fountain, filling his
 face with water. His beak and cheeks bulge. Mapo expects him to spit
 it out, but he doesn't. Instead he seems to tighten his body, his neck
 thickening with tension and his eyes popping wide.
 Then: Water sprays from the Gungan's flappy ears. Fsssht! As his
 cheeks shrink, the water comes gushing from each side of Jar Jar's
 head.
 Mapo can't help it. He laughs so hard his ribs hurt. Jar Jar doesn't
 laugh, but he sits back down, looking as satisfied as anybody can get.
 When the boy is finally done, he wipes the tears from his eyes.
 Mapo grins, "That was gross'
 Jar lar gives a thumbs-up,

 CHUCK WENDIG
 "Nobody really talks to me the boy blurts out.
 "Mesa talkin to you!"
 "Yeah I know For now. And nobody else does. Nobody even wa
 to look at me
 Mapo doesn't even feel real, sometimes. Like m
 he's just a ghost. Idon't even want to look at me.
 Jar Jar shrugs. "All-n nobodies talkin to mesa, too"
 "I noticed that. Why don't they talk to you?"
 "My no so sure" The Gungan makes a hmm sound. Mesa thinkin
 it cause-o Jar lar makin some uh-oh mistakens Big mistakens Der
 Gunga bosses banished me longo ago. Mesa no been to horne in for.
 ebbers. And desa hisen Naboo tink I help the uh-oh Empire: For a
 moment, the Gungan looks sad. Staring off at an unfixed point.
 He
 shrugs. "My no know Though Mapo wonders if he knows more than
 he's saying.
 "I don't think you helped the Empire" Mapo says that without
 being sure of anything, but he doesn't get the feeling this strange fel.
 low would've done anything like that. Not on purpose. Hes just a
 sweet old clown. "Maybe you just don't belong anywhere like me
 "Mabee dat okee-day."
 "Maybe it is, uhh, okee-day. Mapo sighs. "I don't think rm going
 anywhere, Jar Jar"
 "My no go somewhere, either"
 "Maybe we can go nowhere together?"
 "Dat bombad ideal
 "oh Mapo dips his chin to his chest. "Sorry"
 But Jar Jar laughs. No. Bombad My smilin! Wesa be pallos, pallo
 The Gungan pats the boy on the head.
 Mapo doesn't know what's going on, but bombad must mean
 "good somehow, so he goes with it. Can you teach me tobeadown
 too?"
 Bein downin is bombad, too. My teachin yousa, palla we
 maken the whole galaxy smilin, huh?"
 "Sounds good to me, Jar Jar. And thanks
 Jar Jar gives him a thumbs up and a big grin. Pa
 Night on Chandr
 blowing, the bree
 mist.
 "Look: Solo s
 amid him, Temm
 You won't to
 need ade and s
 landing
The 5 Jar Jar pages from empire's end

The 5 Jar Jar pages from empire's end

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