I don't understand why more people don't find it viscerally awful to live in a world where all text, images, and music are no longer produced by human beings. This is an existential change that causes me sorrow every waking moment.
My uncle performed the first Minion autopsy out near Marietta. Year was ‘89. Thick, thick skin, like a boar’s. Downstairs was all cloaca. Kevin still visits the grave
No. The earth produces enough for us. It doesn't produce enough, however, to accomodate for private planes, ai data centers, other corporate and billionare greed.
We need to eradicate these problems, not halve people.
“Siri call my friends”
“No friends found”
“I’m sorry, Siri call my pawns”
“Calling 700 walruses”
“Wait what the fuck Siri that’s not what I said”
“Ooooouuuughhhhfhgfhhh”