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the five stages of thursday

Under sea ecosystems are bullshit.

Like imagine you're a little rabbit and you go to nibble on a tree sapling but as soon as you go to take a bite it takes off like a fucking helicopter and disappears over the horizon.

Then, before you can process what just happened, the entire patch of grass you were standing on turns out to be a fox who had turned itself inside out and you die.

somecunttookmyurl

are you okay do you need to talk about it

severalowls

Look I'm just saying I'm glad I exist in a place and scale where the main form of getting dead is just something trying to make your blood fall out.

I couldn't handle being a crab. I would register a formal complaint but crabs can't write.

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theehorsepusssy

explosior

Will you take his scrap copper?

Yes

No

Voting ended onApr 30, 2025

grox

Remember quarantine when every9ne was broke and jobless and dressed like shit and ugly and diseased and dying and we got a little glimpse of what life is supposed to be like

calebwittebane

baby paws gaia

calebwittebane

gonkba.....

nntgr

loaf with mama

#cats

owlservice

God grant me the strength to do the things I enjoy

truedomdaddy

cryptotheism

One of the most compelling things about detective fiction is how it forces the author to grapple with their conception of justice. The detective may be better than the cops, but they are still turning over the murderer to the same system. A detective might exhalt justice that transcends the system they participate in, but this gives them a role akin to judge, jury, and executioner. More fantastical depictions see the detective as literal ubermensch. It's all so narratively fecund.