Am walking through Manhattan, there's a woman who can't be more than 25 in a big fur coat, walking with a cane, angrily saying into her headpiece "I want them them destroyed," I feel like an extra in a movie
tshirt that says "i do not consent to being filmed" on the front and "i am in witness protection and if you film me and post it online you could be directly responsible for my death" on the back
when someone post a picture of me and my shirt online i then deploy my 87 alt accounts posing as various members of the mob to send the uploader messages demanding to know the whereabouts of the person in the image and making it implicitly clear that i plan to harm them
thank you ao3 for always delivering what i need alongside insights into strange and beautiful lands of which i have no knowledge
I think there's a sort of primordial zen state that's only activated when berry-picking where monkey sees tiny delicious jewels in a green thicket and all concerns fade except the immediate need to capture and consume as many delicious jewels as possible before they or the monkey ceases to be. You cease to be a Productive Member of Society and become pure Creature as long as you're there. Enough hours of Berry-Picking Zen could probably fix me I think
YES i am sexualizing the relationship between parasitic orchids and fungi
@egregiousderp sorry for posting a conventionally attractive parasitic relationship
— Kazuo Ishiguro, My Twentieth Century Evening and Other Small Breakthroughs






