They crave the attention of their false idol. Any kind of attention. Like a sad case of pathological codependence.

Rapesaurus Kidsex?

When I close my eyes and fantasize, I see punishments with extreme prejudice ruining the life of every piece of shit Senator who voted yes to confirm Hegseth as Secretary of Defense.

It is by far the healthiest condiment, with salt being its primary vice.

Does it stop being a trick when it’s a standard practice?

Maybe. Like, sa-cheTs? Or Sa-shays?

Are…are there…other uses for this stuff?

Worse. I was wearing my favorite shirt.

The first title I considered was “Shed and placed a tear as directed. Got fed up waiting for something to happen. Solved problem by thinking outside the box. Strangest lemon paste I’ve tried yet. 8/10 for vague directions.”

Not a sphere, not imploding, not critical. Pu don’t werq lyk dat.

Sad how socially-enriched urban environments seem to best bring out my antisociality.

I’m pathologically polite and non-confrontational and the anxiety of interacting is less intense than the anxiety of feeling like an asshole. I’m not great at enforcing my boundaries, so I appreciate it when societal policy sets them for me.

I flew a couple times prior to 9/2001. I did not enjoy the random solicitors bothering me as I waited for a flight. I enjoy knowing everyone in the terminal is there for flying business and not pan handling or evangelism or some other ulterior motive that cuts into my interverted leave me alone so I can focus on my trip vibe.

We passed the event horizon in 2024.

Only if you do me first.

A right triangle indistinguishable from a line segment. In my book, that borders on blasphemy.

Yup, totally another loyalty test. Dude absolutely loves loyalty. Probably because neither of his parents ever loved him.

Touche

I hope you’re right. I would love for their power to enslave to be geographically confined.