No. I’ve Been In This Basement. No Way

a professor told his class “consciousness doesnt exist. there are only neurons”

a student stood up “would you eat a raw egg and then drink oil and vinegar?”

“no” the professor replied.

“would you eat mayonnaise? perhaps on a sandwich or with some fries”

“of course” the professor replied, unsure of the purpose of this inquiry.

“mayonnaise is made from these very things and yet when combined, new properties arise.”

the professor was astounded. “what is your name?” he demanded

“shadow the hedgehog” said the student

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go my isopods!!

the best cure for ADHD is immediate existential dread and the best cure for immediate existential dread is cherished company and the best cure for cherished company is the passage of time and the best cure for the passage of time is drugs and the best cure for drugs is jerking off

when you worship something you get remade in its image. btw.

dearest followers i regret to inform you that thinking with my cunt has once again led me perilously and irretrievably deep into a vast system of underground tunnels

The Neighbours, Terraces of Algiers (1887) by Frederick Arthur Bridgman

starting to really think that the concept of being a "singlet" or "not plural" is some sort of imperial cultural delusion that arises in the process of attempting to embody an idealized human commodity

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