*puts my cigarettes out on you*
*wuickly smokes it all before you can reach me*
oh a wise guy huh? *rolls up my sleeves* why I oughta…
*wuickly rolls your sleeves back down before you can hit me*
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the simulacra would be so pissed off if it saw this
im just saying why arent we punishing the simulacra more for being so unrealistic
we should really be thinking more about the simulacra
is nobody going to comfort the simulacra? care for the simulacra? why cant i just enjoy my simulacra. why arent you more like the simulacra
the simulacra is vile. may it wreak no more harm ever again
There’s a certain folkloric idea that if you die at sea, your soul is sort of. Inextricably stuck in the sea. Because your body is irretrievable, your soul is also irretrievable, down out of the reach of the gods who look at the surface of the world. In Norse mythology, they said that the souls of sailors who died at sea are caught in the sea-goddess Rán’s net and dragged into her domain, a distinct and separate afterlife alongside Hel and Valhalla. Davy Jones Locker. The funayūrei. A lot of cultures agree that once sea has a hold on you, even when your body has rotted and dwindled and been made food for crabs, it still won’t let you go.
Do you think we’re going to wind up saying the same thing about astronauts.
setup and
punchline
The artist is luo li rong
The statue doesn’t have big enough titties to have been made by a man.
I know I’ve reblogged this before but the schadenfreude is too delicious.
By the way, the statue is called La mélodie oubliée (The Forgotten Melody). Luo Li Rong also painted it:
And here she and the statue are in a more formal setting (museum or art show, I can’t tell):
