Admit it, ma'am, I have a pretty wife, and a pretty wife with pretty toes, too, and even I have pretty toes, and pretty toes do have to do something about their wife's shoes, otherwise I'm going to get antsy, and start imagining everybody with pretty toes [real talk]: paws, too.
i dont think we're ready to say goodbye. things can only get worse, you know? the ravings of man, people, the ravings of self, the ravings of life, well, i dont think we're ready, in the least. maybe, just maybe, everything falls apart. things get worse. then we get worse.
why would you want to torture a baby like that?
[my consciousness]: ...
[me, still wondering why]: ...
[my consciousness]: ...you really are about to make a difference, here.
we are no longer watching pornography; as a movement, we no longer observe convention. we are mass murderers, and would-be pedophiles. we set off to kill and eat, and the organ laden meat skims itself. we bleed in the sun, as it were. what more could you want,
Takes me a little while to process things, man. Words don't really register that well in my head, and they're tendrils that don't really connect. All you can see is what you can feel and what you can't you don't. You coulda been on the subway yesterday, and I'd see the tropics.
being cute at work is now more important than you think, more important than ever. you really are "successful"; you're the most valuable woman on the planet. none of your bullshit, its not real. just pretend. pretend you don't think it matters.
i thought if i was a woman i'd look like a rat, except i'd be a woman rat, except a woman look, and a woman liiiitle longer than a man, and a woman smell, and i'd say things that aren't funny anymore,
how can we coexist in a post-truth era when a corporation says something and everyone is forced to mentally assign guilt codes to represent their loss of control and a suicidal netizen says, so true, bestie.
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zootsuit earl going viral, this post is going viral, which means my memes are going viral, and so on and so forth, until the meme generator kicks in, in which case the laws of logic finally catch up with me, and the laws of mathematics finally catch up with me.