number two reason i could not own a large modular synthesiser is cost. number one reason is i would absolutely bone the shit out of that beautiful machine
The true joy of games like Immemorial Annulus for me is the slow evolution of murder-fashion as one progresses by fashionably murdering more and more things.
remembering the time i showed my dad knives out and he was like "i thought it was good up until that long explanation at the end" like bro how do you think murder mysteries work
not all kinks are sublimated anxieties, but the readiness with which we turn our sublimated anxieties into sexual fantasies is one of the most endearing things about our species to me. like our brains are like, “hmm. don’t like this. i should jerk off about it.”
i get that i can expect to see the “unreality” tag a lot on my stuff. i post a lot of weird eldritch shit and even when i post something that isn’t it’s still deeply steeped in my nonsense.
but i’m fucking losing my mind at how even my posts that are correct and true will be tagged that. fatal incuriosity is inescapable when you’re me.
Just found out my facebook birding group is public because my cousin (a lawyer who is not into birds) casually said to me “saw you couldn’t identify a willet the other day… pretty embarrassing”