God I hate these fucking floating monoliths. They always go, like, 10mph below the speed limit and if you try to pass them they just fucking distort reality around them until you’re back behind them again. One of them cut me off on the highway once and when I honked it banished me to a hoary netherworld where I wandered, lost and alone, for untold centuries, trapped in the liminal space between what could have been and what never was, black stars dotting the bright infinity yawning out around me as I drove out of thought and time, through endless ruined cities and blighted lands unmarked by the sun’s cold rays, and when I finally got out I was more than 20m late for my dentist appointment and they had to reschedule me.
saying cats don’t contribute to the household is slander: they do have a job and it’s going into mystery crevices and collecting all the cobwebs on their stupid little head
i missed dan and phil games energy so much its such a relief that i still can laugh my ass off watching them
I was so worried that it wouldn’t be the same - or maybe that it WOULD be the same and I would be too different. anyway gonna go put my clown makeup on and watch it for the third time
