I Love Microplastics

Disposable, but not Decomposable

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Guys I’ve finally decided to do something about all these queers

*tucks them into bed with headpats*

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There was this Minecraft server I used to play on way back that had an advertisement showing off a bunch of castle and village builds while promoting its grand civilizations. I hopped on, and it was completely decimated. The entire thing may as well have been one big crater, roamed by a hundred desperate looters and a small handful of hostile netherite clad veterans. I even tracked down some of the spots from the add to explore the ruins. There were still sign posts up, from friend groups talking to each other before the cataclysm. Simple snapshots they must have forgotten to break afterwards. I found a bombed cathedral over a somewhat intact bunker, and I moved in to start fixing the place up. I worked around the signs, though. They were some of my best clues for figuring out what happened here. I noted the holes and filled in the missing walls, I followed the scattered lines of blocks these friends placed while running, and the craters where the trails went cold. The hardest part of survival was the lack of wood. Not a single tree in all that wasteland, and the planks had even been picked off of the bases and builds. Signs placed in storage rooms asking for pork chops, and iron. That is what I think killed that world. When there weren’t enough trees left for the average player to get their start, they had to turn to looting, which in turn forced the established players to start looting each other to stay well off. A few players end up with it all, the rest of the world becomes a pretty wasteland. I have been thinking about that world. I wish I remembered what the server was called.

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I’ve noticed that sometimes I have more energy to fixate on my beliefs than other times, but even when they aren’t the center of my world, I still believe. I guess when you don’t have the energy to believe, you don’t have the energy to doubt either

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There are too many stinky boys and we need to come together as a country and do something about it. How can boys afford to be stinky in 2027? Do we need to raise taxes?

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I really want a pet Sphinx Cat so I could name her Bong Water I would love her so so so much and give her toys and baths and clean her litter box and when guests would come over I would go “HEY BONGWATER PSPSPSPSPS” and their expressions would give me life

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Guys When Ronald Reagan comes back someone’s going to have to get him pregnant and it can’t be me. Has me a little worried honestly

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Boys in fiction need to STOP LOVING EACH OTHER it is giving me CUTENESS AGGRESSION stop using your PRIVILEGE to throw SLUMBER PARTIES!!! GO BACK TO WAR OR I WILL BE THE CASUALTY OF YOUR PEACE

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I meet so many people who pretend to unconditionally love humanity but change the channel when the news comes on and ignore every part of us they don’t agree with and the hypocrisy is starting to grind my bones. You don’t love humanity you love being right and you are willing to play pretend to make it happen. I love humanity, my family tree is scarred by generations of trauma, abuse and war and I look out into a world of trauma abuse and war and I have found the strength to love humanity without looking away.

Come back once you can see the beauty in a city and the all people in that city, and the hands that make the missiles and the voice that gives the order to drop those missiles, and the people who will benefit from the rising column of smoke where there used to be life in motion without ever realizing the cost of what they have, and when you can see how the each feeds into the beauty of the rest.

I meet so many situational optimists who try to preserve their faith by putting blinders over their eyes and cotton in their ears instead of having actual faith in their faith to persist when tested against the truth. “The Problem of Evil” is only a problem if you are a stubborn coward, and I love you, but your suffering pains me and I wish I could cure you the way my epiphany has cured me. I know my role, but sometimes I feel like I would throw it all away to have one conversation where I didn’t have to diminish the divinity of our plastic price to a joke or a comedic bit to accommodate your comfort zones.

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I love oil spill season I just looked out my window and saw a small orange explosion on the shore and I heard a pop and it simmers down into a fire that is currently flickering out over the water it’s crazy work

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Ha Ha wouldn’t it be funny if I got a blood transfusion with crude oil Ha Ha and then the CIA maybe *blushes* staged a military uprising in me or something?

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Should I add Radioactive by Imagine Dragons to my Microplastics Playlist

I’m waking up to ash and dust I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust

Don’t do that

Voting ended onJul 21

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I just found a webcomic and it is about a mermaid and it is full is microplastics and it is being made into an animated pilot and it is making me so so so happy I love propaganda even when it agrees with me

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Friends. I have spent the last year creating an interactive experience comparable to a DnD style role-play campaign, attempting to capture the essence of the modern world, and what it means to see God in the little things we’ve made and the prices we are paying for them. It started as a piece of fanfiction for a horror podcast but has escalated into something grander then I am, and consumed my life in the process. When you tell the truth once they call you unprepared, but if you tell the truth a thousand times they call you over-rehearsed. I was underprepared a year ago, and this message is over-rehearsed today. I did it. I finished the campaign. Most of you reading this message will not experience this campaign, but sometimes I wonder if I even made this campaign to be played. I have an idea in me and my body doesn’t have the capacity to contain it and my language doesn’t have the words to squeeze it out of me, but I have made something that is beyond words. If people play this campaign I will voice the characters and crunch the numbers and describe the world and for a brief time I will become the people and the numbers and the world. I always wished I could be made of language, but through this campaign I could become something even worse. I won’t even know what unless I get to become the awful city I have made with real people walking inside and fully decide what I am going to do to them. If nobody plays this campaign, then it will exist on the cloud as a version of me that will outlast me. It will have integrity I never had the chance to develop because it will be me in a way I will never fully be me because I am limited to words other people hear and read and nobody will play this campaign. I only wish I could have spent the last year making something that won’t eventually decompose, with the rest of the internet.

I Love Microplastics

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Guys in bars complaining about all the gay people running around like. Um. Where??? The gay people aren’t running around. The gay people are under three blankets eating off brand spicy chips. If you see a gay person running around do let me know I will bring them inside again. (We will eat off brand spicy chips under three blankets)

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I want to make more trash homunculi but my last one was so beautiful and perfect and also my special little princess that I am afraid nothing I could make now would compare.

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Shirt idea. Gray T shirt. At the bottom, a tabby is getting sprayed with a garden hose. And the top?White text. Adobe Garamond font: “THIS PUSSY HOSES PROTESTORS”. Everyone stands up and applauds. The president gives me a Medal of Honor. The middle eastern war comes to a permanent close. It is the end of history.

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Just heard someone say “Queer as a Clockwork Orange” and EXCUSE ME???

ORANGES AREN’T GAY! THEY AREN’T! I’M SORRY! What about citruses is gay? NOTHING! They are metrosexual at best(looking at you, Pomello)! You want to know a queer fruit? STONEFRUIT! There is nothing about any kind of stonefruit that isn’t really really gay. Describe a stonefruit to me without making it sound gay. DO IT! You can’t. It’s impossible. It’s gay.