she/they. twenty something. you should play the critically acclaimed 1999 scifi 4X strategy game Sid Meier's Alpha Centauribtw i've seen into the flow of ambient poweri can't stop thinking of imperfect neo-futurist pop quasi-mentalism escapisms of post-modernist identity regression as anti-impericritical misinterpretations of nihilism in regards to deconstructions of biomechanomorphism, or understanding the quad-reversal super-string paradox of free-feeding big bang sentimentality, the farce of neural-network simulation, the ignominy of contemporary procedural analysis, and the recalcitrance of systematic deliberation with regard to the phenomenology of integrated micro-circuitry, and the electronic transmissions of encrypted information, or sustaining the art of perspective as illusion through a meditated observation in the universal dynamism, preferential acceptances or dismissals of established objectifications of innate structures and meanings, an extensive and intimate exploration of the vast complexities of the self and environment, an unmitigated categorization of impulses and experiences which are both intrinsic and apparently unique to sentient creatures. It's an inherent impassioned proclivity to the efficacious presentation of expressible knowledge as communication.., and of the significances in necessity thereof with the formal examination of order, the biophysical and neurophysiological constituents of living organisms, their inter-relational associations with respect to stimuli, traditions, positions, other organisms, possessions and dominions. Or maintaining an authoritative and thorough documentation and investigation.
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a worm spent 100 years transforming into a capital N, then gave birth to a new worm to hold on its head. life is beautiful
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bidoof implies the existence of homodoof, heterodoof, pandoof, adoof, etc.
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still thinking about that r/hypotheticalsituation post where someone was like "what if a potato chip spawned somewhere randomly in the world. and every hour the number of potato chips at that location would double. and the only way to get rid of them for good would be to eat all of the potato chips before they doubled again." and someone calculated that it would only take like, 48 hours of people ignoring a weird pile of potato chips before an absolutely irreconcilable number of potato chips was blanketing a city.
and then people were like "no wait if it spawns randomly in the world, it's highly likely it would be in an ocean" and then people were debating whether there were enough small fish swimming at the surface in the open ocean that would be able to eat a potato chip and thus save humanity from the potato chip apocalypse.
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do you think that a certain genre of queer person is so obsessively weird about pride flag discourse becuase their flags fill the gaping hole in their personality where a hogwarts house used to be
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(second century warlord making a joke at the expense of those who lived in the past) first day as a first century warlord: i can’t write anything down cause paper hasn’t been invented yet
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The bull pants in the thick heat of its own blood. It strains against its own largeness. This is no field, there is no grass, no open sky, no cows, no shady tree. In due process the cranium is split from the corpus, and the bull returns to its sky and field.
The headless bull is a monument, an excess. A massive trash-heap of shit. The pile is rummaged through and slowly digested by the infinite number of earthly coprophiles. Hot globs of muscle and skin, gushing blood and seeping tears, all melted by bile into running shit. This hot alchemical slag of the coprophagic digestive tract flows across the lands, distributed across every meridian, from dust to dust. The body is not returned to earth whole but dissolves into the same feces that all become.
But the castrated head seeks another body. It resolves never again to touch the unclean earth. The sacrificial bull head, with horns erect like excited angel wings, its eyes rolled up in pleasure and locked like a hunter to the twinkling stars, its tongue drooping out for a taste of divine wind, is set to final orgasmic blaze over licking flames. Fur, skin, muscle, snot, spit, eyeballs, brains, all rendered dark and sacred cloud: A final little death for the remaining mundanity. A vein to Heaven has opened, and the ashes flow upward into the vaulted cranium of the sky along the pulsing hot wind. In a thousand years another celestial eye will join the countless others of the night.
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New Friend Pt. 1
i made this video! i feel i have to clarify that since it's been reposted a lot without credit
( you can watch the sequel here )
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UNDERTALE is finally here.
In this jRPG, you don’t have to kill anyone. Instead, you can make friends with your enemies.
About 5-6 hours long. No grinding. No fetch quests. With random encounters that will make you smile instead of screaming. And the soundtrack contains 70+ tracks worth of music by “Toby Fox” of Homestuck fame.
Please check it out. http://undertale.com
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they should have leftist infighting as an event at the next olympics
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