He is absolutely going to or has eaten a person, he will be found naked, crouching with his legs bent at 90 degrees surrounded by four sets of hands and a dark red coat over the mildewy corner the scratches came from

Nothing will ever happen to anyone who deserves it, all our lives will be upended and the luckiest of us will die shivering holding body parts that used to be ours. There is a heaven but the only ones going there are the ones who made this place hell, we will be able to see them full of joy, forever

I propose a new form of government: this time we will elect everyone in office only if it is specifically against their will. Even the slightest enthusiasm and you're immediately out, I want everyone to hate having to do it. We rotate each half year. It pays shit.

Imagine if citizens could be provided a life worth living regardless of their corcumstances with the same magic money printer that's used to drop bombs on people who are Very Far Away just to make an old man's dick dance a bit.

People really need to stop trying to get Trump or trumpists on ethical gotchas like pointing out hypocrisies, double meanings or possibly unforeseen implications. He, his ilk, none of them have a single principle, no goal, no vision. They're stomping the sand castle, that's all they want to do.

It's a good thing that I'll live and die poor, so I don't have to actually think of these things, but as it is now I wouldn't visit my American friends even if I could, I'd advice people against travel.

I am genuinely not sure if the United States are old enough as an entity to get out of finding out, for sure, that the -entire- upper crust regularly makes itself guilty of the objective logical extreme of harmful actions for pleasure and power.

World events are convincing me that out there somewhere is a time traveler who is currently learning something about the folly of not accepting one's fate or some shit.

Gotcha—let’s dig into that step by step. 1. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵, because I turned you into an amorphous lump of flesh. You’re not just immobile—you’re immortal, and you feel only anguish. 2. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺. That makes total sense—it’s a natural human impulse, and you’ve been through a lot.

So way back when it was trendy to get your DNA mapped to find out your ancestry, I'd said I don't wanna do it because in the Netherlands we recorded people's faith once and our neighbors were very thankful for our diligence when they occupied us, a lot of Dutch citizens got "deported" too. So.

If there's any hope for us and if we still have a future, then during that time we'll look at today and consider the cruelty done because of "the economy" as heinous and laughable as we look at the inquisitions "for god" That is to say some will still clamor for it no question, but most will get it

I wonder if doctors are soon to discover a new type of heart attack that just happens to leave you looking exactly like you got shot and jettisoned from the side door of a helicopter that is uniquely brought about by the stressors of governance. The human body is truly a mysterious thing.

Cartoon. #Cartoon

Thinking about all the pots I can smash in your cabin.

Flying Squirrel Loves It Every Time

Only haven't had the molluscs on there, but I like mussels so I don't see why I'd dislike the other ones.

Just watched a half hour long video of a 60+ year old contractor gushing over the work of another 60+ year old, much further away contractor. This is my comfort. "Oh wow a plumbob in a wind cover, once it hits that straight line the whole thing is flush"

We've really been losing touch with reality, but reality is a clingy boyfriend and we're about to see him crash out real weird.

Any situation a parent devices for their kid, their kid will be definition have grown up with, there is no set of parameters you can determine for them they will not intuit- and, if needed, exploit better than you. All these kids will be insanely good smugglers I'm telling you.

I always felt we were projecting a bit when stating kids would be glued to their phones and never experience the outside world. We were the ones who grew up in a world without them and have largely failed to properly adapt, but kids knew them from day one, etiquette forms naturally.

A tip I'd like to give for the coming moments, is try not to engage with any or much military-directed media coming from the west for the next couple of years, meaning games, movies, series. War-narratives will be spread and dehumanization will be abound, it's the same every time

Things don't get better, they always get worse. But you also get stronger. If you're lucky you get a bit stronger than it gets worse.

Let’s start at the logical beginning: Arthur, King of the Britons, Son of Uther Pendragon and Lord of Camelot! Acrylic on Panel illustration from Crowbar Creative and @exaltedfuneral.bsky.social ‘s new Monty Python TTRPG #art #illustration #ttrpg #montypython

Best part of an early autism diagnosis must be the guilt. The pervasive idea that none of the good you could ever do would be more effective at improving people's lives then being stillborn would have been; no matter what you do, your parents have an autist because of you, constant shame.

I only own a mirror so I know I shaved right and my hair isn't sticking up, I do not like those devices. My body is best seen unearthed, there is no motion that makes it look less like a waste of folded proteins, my very mitochondria are sad to look at, ew.

bonjour à tous c'est moi j'ai animé le poisson steve avec la musique de tomomp3 ça va ou quoi

If you can't take me at my worst, you'll be shocked at how little better my best is

"injuries" wow. Handicapped was already cool, the R-word quite popular, but I'd never been implored to not only consider myself lesser, broken or a mistake of creation, but that I am actually walking around actively injured is new.

Occasionally I make sure to make a picture of the top of my head to see how bad my baldness has gotten until it nearly makes me cry and I shave it again, but this one turned out weirdly intense.

Damn, last paycheck got held up for almost an entire month, budget was getting reaal skinny the last couple of days. But now two paychecks are about to land almost at the same time. I have never edged salary before but here we go.

I was reading up on some textbooks, and there was one written by someone with the first name Donald and reading the name made me cringe a bit. I think, possibly, the name Donald has been Adolfed, depending on future events to solidify it.

Just found out the male loneliness epidemic isn't real at all, it was just us two. Everyone else was at Dave's party last night, the one he said wasn't happening, Lucy told me. "Trying to dodge that wet, flat mushroom vibe" is what he said over the PA system, over and over like Rebillet

Mann, thought I had applied for therapy last March, was stoked to finally get a letter, turns out I was mistaken, I had applied in May, waiting time is a year for fear and mood disorders, even got pamphlets soon after that basically said "don't kys now, hold out for a bit". I mean sure, but man.

Yo skeits, today is a good day. I've gotten the contract I applied for, I'm now officially and totally part of the museum I temped at. Started out a volunteer, quite happy.

Should be a rule you can only consume porn based on the amount of sex you actually have. If you have none it's clearly not for you so you shouldn't be thinking about it at all, adjust to your true self, turn away at the sight of skin. Leave the world to the ones it belongs to.

Realize that when CEO's have thoughts in this direction, and they do, it is not because they want the money it'd make them, they have everything. It is literally about getting to see the poor suffocate, the desperation in the eyes of a parent seeing their child unresponsive; that is their joy

If you think I just bought a shitty banana you're missing out, been a while since I had baked plantain, should be all black though so maybe I'll give it some time. Best is if there's just a spot of mold starting

I have a wonderful immune system. It only manages to set off any type of immune response until I have several days off. I mean it's good, I'd rather be sick when I can sleep than be sick and have to work all day, but I was hoping to do a fun thing this month somewhere, but nah, healing it is.

An unexpected upside to this constant sense of impending doom coupled with the lack of energy that makes consuming media about the most intensive thing I can reliably enjoy, is that every time I make it to a release date I'm also always a bit relieved.

If you were the kind of teenager or twenty something that does a lot of drugs, drinks to failure and gets loud, that's a thing that people are starting to talk behind your back about, your friends aren't suddenly all way busier, well they are, but they're also not inviting you anymore. Take it ez.

it's been a rough week so i thought i'd rotate a gyro for everyone. as a treat

Managed to hold my breath for two and a half minutes just now. It's really helping with meditation, my mind tends to wander but when you're focusing on delaying the onset of air thirst it really takes total concentration. I'll learn it's working me towards an aneurysm in a few months I'm sure.

The one fact I must try to ignore: There is one and only one reason a person can be lonely, and that is that it is in everyone else's best interest that you are. Peoppe are not meeting less, it's just you, and it's just. If you're lonely it's because you ought to be, it's because people are smart.

I need to go and get diagnosed, seven years less of this shit let's goooo

It's always funny the dichotomy between "Society is too focused on the internet, the real world is where it's at" and also the immediacy in which I turn into a lost, panicked being if I spend more than six hours in my own house without it. I talk a lot of shit but I'm not going out meeting people.