Planning optimizing and glitching my way dowm the highway to hell.
Pro tip: there’s a great wall you almost can’t avoid clipping through in liberalism–gets you most of the way there.
Pronouns: I/me/my–please don’t refer to me.
Irony poisoned enough to give you cancer from 300 feet away.
At thos point my strategy when something horrible happens is to tell people literally anything other than the fascist lie that’s gonna come out, so the fasch lie has to overcome that.
“This school shooter was a maga dude” or “incomprehensible 4chan shithead” even if there’s literally no info and we dont even know if he’s finished, so the “was a trans person” line doesn’t stick.
Add some drugs.
Virgin milkshakes always disappoint me these days. Weed candies can be shockingly close in flavor. Acid tastes like nothing. Mushrooms… Well mushrooms are just always gonna taste like shit but they can go in chocolate.
Hey now. No. We should love them.
The same way they love us. I’ll get the pliers.