It’s not some vinyl record or a rare book. It’s going to get fucked up eventually. Imagine being in a car and hearing a person seethe and complain for 45 minutes because some kid drew a funny face on your dusty ass door
It’s not some vinyl record or a rare book. It’s going to get fucked up eventually. Imagine being in a car and hearing a person seethe and complain for 45 minutes because some kid drew a funny face on your dusty ass door
Out of context. Getting called out by my BIL for looking like I'm "sleepwalking my way through life"
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Me: This cursed sun shines upon this vast expanse of paved highways skirted with dirt sidewalks that lead to nowhere towns with broken dreams, bruised faces and aching voices. Every hushed voice drowned out and coerced into retreating into corridors as lemming cages rush by, powered by billion y.o. black algae juice, at incredible speeds. This is perfect for this undead algae mass, now reanimated by petrochemistry, since it had itself dreamt for aeons to stretch over and devour this world; he rests assured that his work is not in vain, since he has a tincan home to shelter his family in the meantime, and he's got the gall to tell me I'm "sleepwalking my way through life" for not finding a way to shelter mine adequately.