What will I do with all of my slurp juices now? :(

  • Mardoniush [she/her]
    ·
    2 years ago

    They've lost every ape they see, from chimpan-a to chimpan-zee!

  • AcidSmiley [she/her]
    ·
    2 years ago

    :dprk-soldier: :xinternet: HACK THE PLANET :programming-communism: :dprk-soldier:

    (of the apes) :kelly:

  • WeedReference420 [he/him, they/them]
    ·
    2 years ago

    Why are we still here? Just to suffer? Every night, I can feel my NFTs... And my Dogecoin... even my Slurp Juice... The crypto I've lost... the apes I've lost... won't stop hurting... It's like they're all still there. You feel it, too, don't you? I'm gonna make them give back our Abraham Lincoln ape with his face peeling off smoking a giant blunt!

  • Grownbravy [they/them]
    ·
    2 years ago

    i have taken
    the apes
    that were in
    your wallet

    and which
    you were probably
    saving
    for hloding

    • Speaker [e/em/eir]
      ·
      2 years ago

      so much depends
      upon

      a red wheel
      barrow

      glazed with rain
      water

      oh fuck
      all my apes gone

      • Wheelbarrowwight [any]
        ·
        2 years ago

        you must have known

        you were wrong

        when your fingers

        were dipped inside my wallet

        searching for slurp juice

        that would not come for you

  • D61 [any]
    ·
    2 years ago

    They say that there was so much "right click -> Save As"ing that a thousand USB mice died that day.

  • hahafuck [they/them]
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    edit-2
    2 years ago

    The darkness drops again; but now I know

    That twenty centuries of stony sleep

    Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

    And what dope ape, its hour come round at last,

    Slouches towards Bethlehem to be gone?

    • Leper_Messiah [he/him]
      ·
      2 years ago

      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 thy Apes, ye Mighty, they're fucking gone! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.”