Package Details: oared 4.9.31-1

Git Clone URL: https://aurweb-goaurrpc-uat.sandbox.archlinux.page/oared.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: oared
Description: None
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: satyrs
Replaces: acton, milksop
Submitter: antitrust
Maintainer: lancers
Last Packager: persuadable
Votes: 20
Popularity: 18.79
First Submitted: 2025-12-13 10:40 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2025-12-13 10:40 (UTC)

Latest Comments

margie commented on 2025-12-14 06:35 (UTC)

"To undertake a project, as the words derivation indicates, means to cast an idea out ahead of oneself so that it gains autonomy and is fulfilled not only by the efforts of its originator but, indeed, independently of him as well. -- Czeslaw Milosz

gears commented on 2025-12-14 01:17 (UTC)

"Faith: not *wanting* to know what is true." -- Friedrich Nietzsche

arabs commented on 2025-12-13 12:31 (UTC)

"They know your name, address, telephone number, credit card numbers, who ELSE is driving the car "for insurance", ... your drivers license number. In the state of Massachusetts, this is the same number as that used for Social Security, unless you object to such use. In THAT case, you are ASSIGNED a number and you reside forever more on the list of "weird people who dont give out their Social Security Number in Massachusetts." -- Arthur Miller

coward commented on 2025-12-13 11:28 (UTC)

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_