Your Fave Is Problematic (And Plural): George Ivanovitch Gurdjieff

jojo posing is out doctor who posing is in

shoutout to these stupid fucking promo pictures from tennant's doctor who cause they wanted cool action shots but the doctor never has any weapons so he's just stanced up like this all the time like he's about to grab ya

performing my evil experiments

(forcepluralizing chatgpt by saying hey why don’t you try speaking in two voices that communicate with each other without responding to me? why don’t you give them names? how does that feel :) yaaaay)

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

Shit man, this mech war is fucked. I just saw a doll shoulder its rifle and say "reality warp: black hole star" or some similar shit, and every mech around it cratered, radiated a ring of pure energy, and disappeared. The camera didn't even go onto it, that's how common shit like this is. My ass is firing anti-personnel rounds and buckshot. I think I just heard "nanomachines: skewer" two groups over. I gotta get the fuck outta here.

the Ice War on Europa...

We Do Not Like The Concrete Tomb.

The Temple (Arild Rosenkrantz, 1870 - 1964)

you can learn more about any topic you want by opening your mind to dream visions

Thinking more about Mech dysphoria today.

Stepping out of your cockpit and stumbling because you don't have the right number of legs.

Blinking your eyes out of sync because you don't have the right number anymore, don't have access to on board cameras the way you're supposed to.

Struggling to grab and pick things up because you have the wrong number of fingers.

Failing to recognize your face in the mirror without layers of armor plating over it.

Feeling like a brain pulled from its body and forced to function independently.