subtweet, necessarily cryptic for reasons of shyness (+)
Dammit, I keep calling them subtweets. :)
I don't care, today is pretty good after all.
i'm just back for a quick subtweet 'cause I should never read people's boosts
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i'm just back for a quick subtweet 'cause I should never read people's boosts
Take a moment to inspect your putative wokefulness. Who is your rhetoric likely to hurt more, the hardcore hostile members of the Hated Other... or the poor bastards who are stuck on the fence between Your Team and Their Team, neither one nor the other.
If you're screwing the refugees over harder than the people who drove them towards your camp... you suck and you're about as woke as any other memetic zombie. Fuck you.
mood (-)
Things are technically fine. But my central nervous system has somehow seen the size and adultness of my to-do list, and the amount of stress on my timeline, and it's gone on strike.
I wish you all the best of luck with your various distresses. Those of you who have had wonderful revelatory experiences recently, I am officially delighted for you.
I am gonna be utterly useless today for anything requiring clarity or intensity of emotion, so it's workdrone mode for me. Be well, sapients.
dont ever learn about computers, their history, how to code etc, because then youll see the massive gap between what they are and what they could be, and it will haunt you for the rest of your days
Except I'm pretty sure it's "the way my heart beats," not "the way my butt..."
Hmm.
Yanno, never mind. It's Tina Belcher. We're gonna let this one stand.
if i were permitted to choose an anthem for the postfurry movement, such as it is, it would be this, no question
extra points for video of adorable nerdgirl who loves horses, zombies, and erotic friend fiction n.n;
video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kc1htX3q-F0
lyrics: http://songmeanings.com/songs/view/3530822107859502626/
@zebratron2084 yep, I personally died of nuclear bombs, radiation, nuclear winter, overpopulation (weren't we supposed to reach like 20 billion people and all starve in the '90s?), tampered Tylenol, processed cheese, and gasoline shortages.
kinfeels
Was that... Kincaid just now? Like, honest to goodness, super boobtastic bubblin' plastic, omnibenevolent polymother, borged a mouse and embedded her in the ceiling just to see her squirm Hannah Rose Kincaid?
I thought I poured her down the vixen disposal YEARS ago.
Truly not sure how I feel about this. I feel like I found something in the closet that nobody was supposed to know I still had. I feel like it's got a license pasted on it that expired c. 2005, under a false name anyway .
Movie deal. Now.
(delivered in the hyperbolic spirit of the original; deep down I can see it in my heart to forgive Noreen. But Lynne and I still—as it were— got beef. <3 )
Volcanic take:
Noreen Malone and Lynne Truss are both traitors—there, I said it—to humanity.
They deserve nothing less than persecution—yes, even exile from the company of English speakers—for the very sake of human progress.
You will have to take—indeed, pry—my em-dash out of my cold, dead hands.
(I am STILL eternally grateful to @Momentrabbit for helping me get the last couple lines of https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vv9XTnc5omM :D <3 )
Based on a conversation with Peg just now, I've come to realize just how much of an asset being a jangle pop fan (REM, Pylon, B-52s, Love Tractor, etc) was when I started doing audio transcription.
Once you've puzzled out "speed it up a notch, speed, grunt, no, strength" and "up to par and Katie bars the kitchen sign but not me in," pampered executives muttering into a microcassette recorder in a crowded TGIFridays is just nothin' nothin'.
🔥💫🐯(火星虎)
ɪɴᴄᴇɴᴅɪᴀʀʏ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴄᴀᴛʙᴇᴀsᴛ ʀᴇᴢᴇʏᴀ
read this, pitiful humans:
http://egypt.urnash.com/parallax/