thinking about hypercubes again

hi im rocky and my blog has no theme, just 11 years of hyperfixations and memes they/them (previously butnevergrowup)

[wilwheaton]

[entelechies]

#my brain deciding what information to retain

[butch-witches-deactivated202412]

what doesnt kill you is still valuable data points for a graph im working on titled "how to kill you"

[rosie-dear-rosie]

[ceruleanheaven]

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

[owlet]

thank you scherz et al. for bringing us the frogs Mini ature, Mini mum and of course, the Mini scule

[owlet]

[angelsaxis]

Today on Hozier liked

[fagcrisis]

i hate the word spicy can we bring back calling things erotic

[maryoliveoil]

rolling up to Wendy's to get an erotic chicken sandwich

[thememedaddy]

[diehellasrache]

I think I'm going to remember this phrase every time I cook for the next five years

[mawofthemagnetar]

What do you mean “chat” is now referring to ChatGPT and not twitch chat? What? What? What the fuck? No?

When I address chat I am speaking to a presumed Greek chorus of real human people shitposting on their lunch break, not a machine that devours lakes to covert electricity into slop.

[goslinggf]

"girl dinner" "boy kibble" can y'all just eat a meal gender neutrally

[goslinggf]

gender neutrients

[the-bedheaded-league]

It’s crazy to me that people read Sherlock Holmes’ obsession with Irene Adler as romantic when it is so clearly the same kind of obsession that gay men have for Lady Gaga

[hellgrub]

[the-bedheaded-league]

You GET it.

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[that-stone-butch]

[akashicrecord]

the lesbian computer from portal was right. given the circumstances ive been shockingly nice

[adeles]

#when someone asks me how life’s going

[bahatitx-deactivated20211216]

green's my colour.

[smallhorizons]

[Image Description: Text of the poem “To the Young Who Want to Die” by Gwendolyn Brooks, next to a black and white photo of the poet. Poem reads as follows:

Sit down. Inhale. Exhale. The gun will wait. The lake will wait. The tall gall in the small seductive vial will wait will wait: will wait a week: will wait through April. You do not have to die this certain day. Death will abide, will pamper your postponement. I assure you death will wait. Death has a lot of time. Death can attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is just down the street; is most obliging neighbor; can meet you any moment. You need not die today. Stay here–through pout or pain or peskyness. Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow. Graves grow no green that you can use. Remember, green’s your color. You are Spring.

/End ID.]

[messrsage]

you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

[burr-ell]

[zangoonse]

i love the phrase "cruel and unusual." not only is what you're doing mean but it's also quite frankly fucking bizarre