everything’s fucked.
wait…
everything’s still fucked, but here’s some snails.
i get it. millennials are such an easy fucking mark. and we’re saving all this money now that we can’t afford luxury items like houses or children or hamsters or cars or hope for the future.
but hey! detective pikachu didn’t suck too much. so there’s that.
better music
better drugs
better sex
better clothes
better architecture
no internet
i was born too late.
words pay my rent
i don’t pay rent
now purchase my ebook
pseudoliterary is a graphically violent pornographic mindfuck a 'ur well fit', written, folded passed, sent with a sense of wild teenage abandon from one disturbed mind to the rest of you frankly dangerous people
now pass it on
what is this, a crossover episode?
[here’s] a full page of extremely nsfw hoover-based humour.
this, and this
that is
ignorance is bliss.
but only one of us is going to be badly savaged by rabid badgers on the way out.
yet more proof (if it were needed) that there is no unsuitable context for quoting jurassic park.
note that being temporarily separated from your supply (by a few thousand miles) is not the same as being out of weed.
being out is an existential threat.
it’s the night and day difference between knowing it’s there, and not knowing.
between being out of snacks and actual food insecurity.
between your favourite socks being in the laundry and having to walk the streets naked.
it’s there. waiting.
I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That’s my dream; that’s my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor… and surviving.
Colonel Kurtz, Apocalypse Now (1979)