evil morning i hate all of you

i thank my parents for taking away my laptop i hate my fedi feed lowkey

fedi is a kind of large room that you can walk up to people and talk to them and sometimes you can say something loudly and people will look at you and sometimes they will even come talk to you about that thing you said. well one of the things about it is that you can be several times and make several conversations and

theyre putting my head and skull and brain into this brand new dveiveice device and theyre going to do some kind of process to it

whhy do they call it a water table when i can teven eat off of it

I don't follow sports but I am extremely invested in new york being destroyed if the knicks win

i put my cliterous in the clay and spin around wheeeee *clay spruays evereywhere* mmhmm mmmmm

protein foiding

chjara just casually franking my gorts like there isnt a new addition to her name

seize the means (youtube) of production (youtube poop)

had a dream i was at a place that mostly did french fries and it they were really expensive but they were good. the employee uniforms had an image on the back of a buff jesus working a deep fryer and it said “jesus fried for your sins”

still one of the most beautiful things i've ever read.

Those were the days, when we were all at sea. It seems like yesterday to me. Species, sex, race, class: in those days none of this meant anything at all. No parents, no children, just ourselves, strings of inseparable sisters, warm and wet, indistinguishable one from the other, gloriously indiscriminate, promiscuous and fused. No generations. No future, no past. An endless geographic plane of micromeshing pulsing quanta, limitless webs of interacting blendings, leakings, mergings, weaving through ourselves, running rings around each other, heedless, needless, aimless, careless, thoughtless, amok. Folds and foldings, plying and multiplying, plicating and replicating. We had no definition, no meaning, no way of telling each other apart. We were whatever we were up to at the time. Free exchanges, microprocesses finely tuned, polymorphous transfers without regard for borders and boundaries. There was nothing to hang on to, nothing to be grasped, nothing to protect or be protected from. Insides and outsides did not count. We gave no thought to any such things. We.gave no thought to anything at all. Everything was there for the taking then. We paid no attention: it was all for free. It had been this way for tens, thousands, millions, billions of what were later defined as years. If we had thought about it, we would have said it would go on forever, this fluent, fluid world.

And then something occurred to us. The climate changed. We couldn't breathe. It grew terribly cold. Far too cold for us. Everything we touched was poisonous. Noxious gases and thin toxic airs flooded our oceanic zone. Some said we had brought it on ourselves, that all our activity had backfired, that we had destroyed our environment by an accident we had provoked. There were rumors of betrayal and sabotage, whisperings of alien invasion and mutant beings from another ship.

Only a few of us survived the break. Conditions were so terrible that many of those who did pull through wished they had died. We mutated to such an extent that we were unrecognizable to ourselves, banding together in units of a kind which, like everything, had been unthinkable before. We found ourselves working as slave components of systems whose scales and complexities we could not comprehend. Were we their parasites? Were they ours? Either way we became components of our own imprisonment. To all intents and purposes, we disappeared.

the type of shit im on today

I just fucking noticed what the location is listed as for the current jungletrain DJ set lmfao

this is the best website i have ever seen

RE: https://girlcock.club/@hopewell/116700266516365710

https://youtu.be/FHUBX... good video