The superstition of a four-leaf clover’s luck is ambiguous. While getting a four-leaf clover may grant a luckier experience, you must first be lucky in order to acquire the clover. There are two ways this could be interpreted.
The first way is thinking of luck as a constant value. Therefore, you must first have enough luck to find your four-leaf clover before the clover can grant you more luck, then allowing you to find even more four-leaf clovers, potentially exponentially increasing your luck until you may one day find a clover-bed full of nothing but four-leaf clovers.
The second way is thinking of luck as a variable that is determined before a potentially lucky situation. In this case, you would not need to be generally lucky to find a four-leaf clover, and you would simply need to get lucky that one time. Then, getting the four leaf clover would not guarantee that your luck is higher, it will only increase your chance of getting luckier.
However, the only truthful way to think of luck is as a human construct. Nothing is truly ‘lucky’, and it is all predetermined by science or otherwise, even digital ‘luck’. By this, truthful, definition, the four leaf clover does nothing but increase your confidence, then increasing your ability to think you’re luckier. That’s right, it's a placebo. A four leaf clover is no symbol of luck, but instead a symbol of how easily even non-sentient life can manipulate man without even trying.
I would like to officially invite myself to the wasteof3 beta because OBVIOUSLY @jeffalo just forgot to put me on the list…
Even if the wheels are stuck in eternal rotation with seldom thought to their well-being or gratitude for moving the bus they are attached to, you must stop to think for a second just how much these wheels have gone through, and yet they still continue to spin. They’ve gone through a gauntlet of weather, children, and demonic rituals and yet they still persevere. Perhaps this perseverance is forced, but this does not take from the fact that these wheels are a icon of doing whatever it takes for a reward of absolutely nothing. In the end, anyway, nothing is all that matters.
These wheels do not show the children who sing their song slavery, they instead show the reward of life, and how eventually they too will turn into a never-ending cycle of a day job, and how they will waste the rest of their life away doing work that only really matters in a world where work is plentiful. These children are not being malformed by this joyful carol they sing, they are instead being taught the truthfulness of life, of which is brought upon all that is, and all that will be. The wheels on the bus do go round and round, and eventually, these kids will too.
One of them will break the cycle. But history has shown that breaking the cycle never ends well. As these children sing this song, it is pushing a terrible but required agenda on how they must live their life, lest they become a target for those who disagree. Maybe cruel, maybe terrible, but life is how it must be.
The wheels on the bus go round and round all day long in a never ending loop of turning incapable of breaking the cycle. Any attempt to break away from this brutal limbo are futile. There is no hope. These wheels are bound 2 this curse forever, paying a debt they do not even remember anymore. Time is a meaningless construct to these wheels, no matter how many turns they go through, no matter how many flat tires, the wheels keep turning. They just won't stop turning. Kids sing this song in a light-hearted way - a unified communication between the youth of our society. What they don't know of is the gutteral, perpetual slog that these wheels go through. They are blissfully unaware of the brutality that the wipers endure. They swish in a purgatory of agony, unable to unshackle themselves from this brutal world. The horn on the bus has endured so much trauma, beeping constantly - the faint screams of pain uttered from its unending hell. And yet they are unaware, the people on the bus chatter and the babies wah while the wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round. All. Day. Long.
guys omg he phished me look he made a phishing site at wateof.money!!!
i have access to 18 or so wasteof accounts that i’ve made
what to do
One of the most underrated artists I’ve found is FPM (Fantastic Plastic Machine). Turns out that’s just an alias for Tomoyuki Tanaka, the producer of the original Godzilla (1954)
i very much enjoy the preview look of wasteof svelte over the current modern look that has been done to death. cant wait.
how does it feel to know that you’ve not only failed to ratio @daily_news, but now your legacy on this site will continue as the man who posts too much and didn’t like the most liked post on wasteof. you’re a disgrace to this community, @perrin.
don’t care didn’t ask
BREAKING NEWS:
@perrin HAS NOT like the most liked post on wasteof.
This is UNACCEPTABLE and we WILL NOT stand for it!
source: https://api.wasteof.money/posts/613762eb7fe2392cf2811c09/loves/perrin
yeah, then it’s 100% failure
unless you installed copilot
no, programming is 100% google.
no, programming is 100% google.
that’s interesting, what does 5b6e6e2aadf87e9v1cgdd4202f64f2h9f61q05ef38248ece043ac736b175e3cac0f2d65794 mean?
well, i figured the code out pretty easily
https://u.cubeupload.com/jeffalo/hint.png
but somehow @theawesome98 guessed it before that. moment.
popeyes is better
Why is @chick-fil-a banned smh @jeffalo you don't appreciate good chicken