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macklin celebrini has autism
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$LAYYYTER
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This is what the average YouTube thumbnail looks like now
spent too long on this
Good news: if you’re currently laying around and not producing anything, you are a credit to your species.
It’s recently been found that even hive insects rest. Bees will play with colorful toys. Ants sleep for about 1 minute but they do it so frequently it amounts to a few hours per day. Even trees take breaks.
The only things that work without rest are machines; literally everything that lives requires rest.
EVERYTHING THAT LIVES REQUIRES REST. STOP JUDGING YOURSELF FOR NOT BEING A ROBOT.
robots require very frequent breaks! welding machines generally have it programmed in that they can’t run so long they melt themselves. ive overseen two different manufacturing robots now and each of them were fragile, finicky idiots that require constant maintenance and repair. they pause in between moves, in between jobs. you’re always keeping an eye on programming errors, on coolant levels, on heat. you’re always pulling bits of scrap out of joints, sweeping up debris, washing off nozzles and untangling hoses. and even then it snaps a chain and takes a whole morning’s vacation.
even robots need downtime.
christian bad driver: my guardian angel watches over me, I don't need to look before I merge
atheist bad driver: I will rely on my own skill to see myself safely home after a mere 8 drinks
agnostic bad driver: no one knows where all these dents and scratches came from
omg it’s dr. roberta bobby, author of one of my favorite tweets ever written
Omg she wrote one of my favorites also
suffer no fools
we are NOT bringing 4chan incel terminology to this site, take that "foid" out of your post and go wash your blog out with soap
me: well at least when I die when this painter is done having me slowly tortured to death to use as a reference model to paint a landscape of Hell I will have relief in the helplessness of my eternal fate in the afterlife whether I am sent to Heaven or the true Hell
the greatest painter in the land Yoshihide: actually that would be the christian Hell. in the buddhist Hell you suffer not for eternity but for millions or perhaps trillions of years (as counted in the land of the living) until you are cleansed of your negative karma
me: dude
me: yoshihide sir they are misgendering me in the tags. theyre calling me a guy yoshihide
the greatest painter in the land Yoshihide: where is my daughter. why won't the grand Lord Horikawa show me my daughter
me: sometimes i feel like you don't hear what I say yoshihide sir
honestly it's kind of cringe that there are seemingly so many kikuri fans on this site when she was literally instructed by the grand Lord of Horikawa to paint a depiction of the Buddhist hell upon a folding screen, whereupon she began to inflict tortures upon her apprentices as she can only paint what she has seen.
i need to (remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health) create a painting of the Buddhist hell upon a folding screen for the grand Lord of Horikawa. perhaps I shall ask him to have a beautiful lady burned within a carriage, for I can only paint what I have seen
yeah, uh, about your boyfriend. um, well, it's not that we haven't found him, but, er... it seems that he was tortured and brutally murdered by the artist yoshihide in an attempt to paint a rendition of the buddhist hell, as he claims to only be able to paint what he has seen. yeah, he's gone now. sorry.
day 17 of trying to paint the buddhist hell on a folding screen. I succumbed to my exhaustion last night yet again while putting together a bloodied reference model from the dessicated remains of a freshly killed human corpse sprawled across my chamber to paint from. awoke in the morning tucked neatly into my bed and, once again, found my model completely gone, the area where it once lied completely spotless. stood there was my loyal housemaid who bowed to me courteously, shortly after using a cloth to wipe what appeared to be a spot of some sort of sauce from her chin
you better not be Hell Screen (地獄変, Jigokuhen) [1918] when i get over there
my dumb buddhist hell-painting ass:
concerned friend: hey man your eyes look kinda shot. i know you've been working really hard lately, but have you been getting enough sleep? maybe you should try cutting back on your screentime a bit
the greatest painter in the land Yoshihide:
we've all got that one mutual who has begun to inflict tortures upon their apprentices in order to create their profane art for they can only paint what they have seen
And they aaaalways end up getting their dearest persons killed for their greatest projects... Seriously, you'd think they'd learn at some point!
i know this one guy whose daughter died eight times just the other week
im in hell.
is it ok if i paint a folding screen of your current situation? its for the lord of horikawa yeah
do whatever you want with me yoshihide. i have nothing left