It's like somebody took all the badly written sci-fi narcissists, removed the charisma and intelligence, and dumped the leftover stat points into a breeding fetish.
And after all of that was done, some Apartheid prince looked the combination over for a few seconds then said "!! 🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂 " before adopting that identity because it was so based.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Then I said EPICALLY MEMED, ELO~N
The neoliberal era will leave disproportionately few physical ruins due to the focus on cost-engineered infrastructure, designed to fail. Fittingly, our garbage will become among the best-preserved relics of our time. This happens eventually to all societies, but it will happen on a much faster time scale for ours thanks to our disposable culture.
didn't unfollow Grimes until this specific chosen moment. I hope he dies mad. Very mad. 
And after all of that was done, some Apartheid prince looked the combination over for a few seconds then said "!! 🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂 " before adopting that identity because it was so based.
He doesn't understand Ozymandias and it shows.
It was a treat, it had stimulating sights and sounds, and it would be based to imitate it.
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: ‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’ Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away. Then I said EPICALLY MEMED, ELO~N
I'd hate to be one of the explorers going through the wreckage of the fallen US who retrieves an intact hard drive only to find Doge Coins within.
But at least they get to see the ruins
Those ruins are probably going to be pretty horrifying, and not in a fun horror way.
Oh my god, I'm just picturing sandstorms of microplastics and skeletons on
The neoliberal era will leave disproportionately few physical ruins due to the focus on cost-engineered infrastructure, designed to fail. Fittingly, our garbage will become among the best-preserved relics of our time. This happens eventually to all societies, but it will happen on a much faster time scale for ours thanks to our disposable culture.