Porn does crazy things to the subject-object distinction

Solo mission to a drain with strange iron and steel infrastructure that seems to serve no purpose but to make the falling water sound like distant voices, Francois Hardy hits different when you spend your workday listening to 8 solid hours of Dutroux Affair podcasts. www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9ot...

White people will say “I wish things were like when they weren’t so woke” and all they mean is “I wish I was 10 again, and blissfully ignorant of everyone who suffered to make my blissful ignorance possible”

Manifesto is worthless. Need to write a zine that normal people can understand.

Glimpsing a purgatorial realm in recurring nightmares about a tundra.

Finished my manifesto. If i have a stroke or aneurysm at any point soon, the archons zapped me with their minds. Tell my friend C_ to continue my work, fix the typos and nail the draft to as many doors as possible.

The white house rn:

The goal is to finish the manifesto before my best friend leaves for an Odyssey.

If you as a single adult need more than like $30k/yr, you need to seriously evaluate your lifestyle creep.

Best thing about a mailroom job is that no one really pays attention to me so I have plenty of time to work on my manifesto.

Hand transcribed holy texts, multiple translations read in parallel, like the multiple exposure of photos in the same place at different times, the true elements becoming clear as extraneous details are lost.

Things Will Really Happen if this trend escalates like two steps higher.

Healed by a good old fashioned cave and the poisoned air of a sealed tunnel.

I'm working on my church's manifesto.

In all my dreams, I'm alone in a desolate tundra, deep snow fallen over familiar landscapes to me, burying cities and towns I've lived in. Something horrible is in the sky watching me. I cannot be the most visible thing. The darkness is gaining a substance that chills me with fear.

Now I know what the inside of a Rubiks cube feels like.

Centuries old program to selectively breed for deformed genitals that can only couple with those of the same lineage. This is how European nobility defends against exsanginous coupling.

Watching a video called "what do I use 9front for?" And the answer is "I write drivers and bugfixes for 9front"

Fully automated hydroponic weed farms controlled from a single google glass style peripheral worn 24/7, all running a single 9front system myceliumed across the entjre country.

I have never in my life found a donut strong enough to not immediately tear open when you try to stack it on a penis.

Japanese media loves to be like "this week's antagonist is Dragon Meimei, the communist mafioso femme fatale from Hong Kong. Her personality traits are hairbuns and high kicks."

Bottom atrophy is a classic bell curve... while the average is unremarkable, the extremes - the hung girls whose length and girth remains terrifyingly large, and the girls who have shrunken to useless clits that can barely even get hard... these are Venus' finest delicacies.

Crawling on my hands and knees in the tunnels and I say to no one in particular "oh fuck yes, rat shit, I'm in the right spot".

The New Deal was torched by white Americans who would, like the University of Mississippi in 1962, would rather have no institutions than inclusive institutions. Never forget this when you are considering the politics of this country.

Cracked the city for real now. We have gone in and out of the final dungeon, with many more to come.

Why is the Temple of the Drowned Cat so tightly secured? What are they trying to hide?

That's because all of civilization is nothing but the crystallized phenomena emerging from a primordial struggle between transsexuals and pedophiles. History as we know it will end & homo sapien will either evolve or devolve (respectively) when this war concludes.

a saint is a fruiting body

The crowbar and the boltcutter are such world expanding items, actual Metroidvania type shit.

Notice that duck footed gaits and anterior pelvic tilts are more common these days.

"Whose job it is to drive to various workplaces, checking expiration dates on various snacks in vending machines and commisaries, and relocating items nearing expiry to the vending machines and commisaries from workplaces of higher social class to those of a lower."

They said they had lost their son, but when it came time to desecrate her corpse, they knew exactly where to dig.

Frat bros trying to put their girlfriends in dangerous situations, weird old guys with mountaineering kit, and teenagers with gopros. These bandos are fucking cooked. I'll say it a thousand times to the rafters - urbex belongs to the ravers and taggers.

Transwomen love sadomasochistic fantasies that start off with the protagonist in some sort of military context because it frames without needing to make explicit, traumas of male socialization.

There's an ophanim protecting over the urbex community, a cherubim protecting ravers, and a seraphim for graffiti writers.

If you're going to do something nice for me can you at least have the decency to make it hurt going in so it makes sense to me.

When I tell people I'm a catgirl, they think I'm going like a cutesy housecat thing, no, I mean I'm a skittish violent creature unable to fit in civilized society. Prone to harming my handlers when playing too hard. If I'm lucky I'll die quickly or spend my life in a cage.

Frayed and then discharged, my nerves were pulled out of body and jolted, relaxing them so they could be returned inert. My sister does this to me weekly.

What didn't kill me made me enjoy sex on a level most people could never even dream of.

DMT really hits different when you're hitting the cart cooked via raw wire, all body high, like how you thought weed would be when you were a kid.

Longform porn consumption is underrated. Full length JAVs on the second monitor. Few.

I felt the presence of an angel over the river today.

Drugged and laid softly in bed, satin restraints, as the vampire descends and bathed you in their eyeglow, cumming and sinking, deeper and lower, awakening exhausted. Kept as a housepet to refresh yang between feedings. Alone and kept far in the forest.

That wasn't the sewer I thought it was.

I have to be coerced into sleep in a way very analogous to entering subspace.

Down at the river, we tried and failed to find our goal. The city towers over me like a great castle. The gates of Anor Londo. It repels us, for now.

Found the crater. Three bodies under the rubble. The water had eroded a cave further back, but we weren't equipped for spelunking. Another day...

i love my older sister who's technically younger than me