there's this black fluid from deep under the earth and it's made of concentrated death, entire dead biospheres, ancient and buried and hidden, and we tap into it. for its power. the black fluid has become the blood of a world-spanning monster that every single one of us serves every day. Because we cannot imagine a life not in its service.
the monster is killing us all, right now.
the all-death is already well underway. our parents knew a world with twice the insects and three times the birds
also richard gere really did get a gerbil stuck in his ass
there's this black fluid from deep under the earth and it's made of concentrated death, entire dead biospheres, ancient and buried and hidden, and we tap into it. for its power. the black fluid has become the blood of a world-spanning monster that every single one of us serves every day. Because we cannot imagine a life not in its service.
the monster is killing us all, right now.
the all-death is already well underway. our parents knew a world with twice the insects and three times the birds
When you phrase it this way it really feels like some sort of cosmic spiritual thing going on where we're releasing an ancient curse upon ourselves. Man kind laughs in the face of death by killing it again in a venial sacrifice in which it declares itself as god over nature... Only you be poisoned by blind hubris.
there's this black fluid from deep under the earth and it's made of concentrated death, entire dead biospheres, ancient and buried and hidden, and we tap into it. for its power. the black fluid has become the blood of a world-spanning monster that every single one of us serves every day. Because we cannot imagine a life not in its service.
the monster is killing us all, right now.
the all-death is already well underway. our parents knew a world with twice the insects and three times the birds
also richard gere really did get a gerbil stuck in his ass
PUT THE ICHOR BACK
we just need a sustainable ichor capture program
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When you phrase it this way it really feels like some sort of cosmic spiritual thing going on where we're releasing an ancient curse upon ourselves. Man kind laughs in the face of death by killing it again in a venial sacrifice in which it declares itself as god over nature... Only you be poisoned by blind hubris.
Heh, wellp,