Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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occasionally subtle
Show & Tell
sheepfilms
Mike Driver
almost home
ojovivo
Peter Solarz

JVL
Sade Olutola
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NASA
KIROKAZE
RMH
art blog(derogatory)
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@ttelbon
and words are futile devices
a collection of motivational insights regarding content creation and creative hobbies
and of course the classic
Thank you
Due to a warehouse incident we regret to inform you that this quart of ice cream may taste very good
is anyone else just like. constantly filled with rage about their position under late capitalism and how we are expected to just keep playing this game that we know will literally kill us, is already killing people all over the world, and yet everyone around us is somehow fine with going about business as usual, with pretending we are free by being able to choose between different ways of being exploited. there is nothing more dehumanising than being forced to partake in a system that is actively detrimental to our survival as human beings, that is so physically, psychologically and spiritually destructive, and i don’t know how to deal with this anger anymore
i’m not against vaping, but man, vaping two inches from my face on the subway is a ridiculous asshole kind of move. this dude was billowing like he was auditioning for the role of haunted house fog machine. the humidity in the whole car changed, he was ruining haircuts. just jump starting the water cycle. condensation was dripping down my glasses. people were slipping off poles, it was chaos. it was like watching one man try to terraform the moon. a planet with one dense, root beer scented atmosphere blocking out the sun and choking all life.
i consider this a sort of prose poem to be honest
*Dictating suicide note to my secretary who is typing it in on a big antique typewriter*
*Phone rings, i go to answer it*
Mhm. Yeah. Mhm. I see. Thanks. *hangs up*
Sharlene you can go ahead and cancel that, i've just been informed that We're Back
“yea so anyway i can levitate fish with my mind pretty cool huh”
the dog said this
For once I would just like to do something that isn’t immensely unsatisfying.