You laugh, but you should see how often I have to go take a leak.
Always with a water by my side. Always tyrannized by my bladder.
Then how about whenever I start washing dishes, soap in my hands, and I suddenly need to urgently go to the bathroom.
The struggle is real WAKE UP SHEEPLE geez…!
Yeah but what about The Da Vinci Code?
How about dialing it down a notch, so it’s just a social faux pas instead?
The old fashioned, waterless toilet way: meat waves!
He just dresses up as Batman to pose on top of his skyscraper for the Tiktok hits! He’s addicted to social media and is always getting into flamewars with the Joker and Riddler!
But hey, YOUR narrative doesn’t fit the algorithm! You know the one - the bleak and cynical, bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL aMiRiTe “too cool for school (and for voting)” narrative!
…really says it all huh
No it doesn’t. It doesn’t say it all. All it says is that the author is addicted to the infotainment algorithms and fancies himself to understand EVERYTHING… and it’s all bleak, all cynicism.
The loaves and fishes… at the juggaloo convention!
EDIT: Huh… what would that look like? Twinkies and Doritos? Beer and tits?
We spared a lot of expense
So it’s a Disney park, then.
Wait till they find out about the couple of comets headed our way!
RADIO RAHEEM! THAT’S THE HYPE, YO!
Do you think she started out earnest and got co-opted?
Has she been a willing accomplice since day one?
To sit at a fancy gala dinner with the very definition of what the hard right salivates to be, then to declare that both parties are the same… that is something… that takes some fucking chutzpah.
I’ll observe my sister-in-law’s birthday, thank you very much.
“What if our entire Solar System is just a plum pudding?”
JJ Thompson
And not even by a long shot!
What they found down there… defies explanation.
A reality that has blurriness encoded into its’ fabric.
Wonderful answers all around, but this seems to be the succinct, specific one-word answer: it’s a Lebesgué!
That’s what you get for getting jimson weed laced with salvia, instead of regular ol’ weed.
“C’mon, it’ll be fun, let’s try something new!”, they said…
I’ve always been into freeform radio stations that color outside the lines, college stations like WPRB from Princeton, WFMU from NY/New Jersey, KFJC near the Bay Area, etc., have discovered a ton and a half of stuff that’s way off the beaten path and has caught my ear.
Here’s a good example I picked up around twenty years ago from KFJC, it could have been any one from too many choices to count, but for some reason this was the first song to pop into my mind right now.
If memory serves, I believe it’s a field recording taken in the Sahara Desert, a nomadic people from around Morocco or Tunisia, and can only imagine the magical environment, close my eyes to try and visualize the crisp dry Saharan air at night, a large bonfire, the sky exploding with stars above, and this trance-inducing, mystical chanting.
As persistent as herpes, these assholes, they will fester and every so often will break out in a social rash, full of itchy boils and pus ‘n’ shit.