Son of Loathsome

the toddlers don't give a FUCK about this minion song we have. they'll literally stop dancing and sit down when it comes on. music so bad you can't even have fun anymore

music make you gain control

Bathroom floor is a mini pool.

Pjackk url held and actively used by someone who's not even funny with it is the bad ending but in a meta sense it's a fitting trajectory for pjackk's corpse so carry on

It’s like watching the corpse of an old friend being piloted by a mind control parasite except the mind control parasite is not genre conscious enough either be convincing but just a little off or to be obviously false in horrific ways, rather just kinda half-assedly toying with the corpse and doesn’t even really want it that much, which is a deeply appropriate outcome for Pjackk’s continuing desecration

let’s all crash our cars into walls

see it’s literally fine if we just do it safely

“Time does not bring relief; you all have lied” - Edna St. Vincent Millay

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[You defeat the Goblin in a fight.]

[The Goblin cries Uncle!]

[Your Sanity is decreasing!]

[Your Sanity is decreasing!]

[Your Sanity is decreasing!]

[You are spotted by the Uncle!]

[Your nose is Broken!]

[Your left arm is Broken!]

[Your right arm is Broken!]

[Your left lung is Punctured!]

[Your left foot is Broken!]

[Your skin is Removed!]

[You are Bleeding!]

[You are Bleeding!]

[You have bled out.]

* Tip: Uncles are known for being fierce predators.

Mentioned to my mom I'm asexual a couple months ago and today.... we got into the car and she hit me with, "So you use they/them pronouns now?"

I went, "What. no. she/her."

"How does that work? With she/her/hers and they/them?"

I stared at her. "What are you talking about?"

"Well you came out as-" and I said, "I'm asexual."

She replied, "Like an amoeba, I know."

"Oh. My god. No. Mom. It doesn't- it's not the asexual you learned about in biology. I didn't come out as a single celled organism."

With heavy relief, she said "Oh, it has a different meaning?"

"Yes, mom."

Naturally i always feel as if im playing a part and am not fully there but there but lately all of this shit is just fully Unrecognizable

I like periodically visiting the anhedonia wikipedia page because yesss that’s what it feels like

i would so love to know what was going on in this persons head. i would rather be shot dead than sneak food into a movie theatre. What?

im imagining the DJ like joyfully bouncing around and they have a button that makes the coin sound and theyre pressing it a bunch of times randomly and they dont even notice anyone leaving until the last persons gone and they get all sad and put their headphones over one ear and cleanly transition it to the game over sound

settings > wound > my wound > reopen

do not forget this

“oooh i need junji ito to write me an essay” okay so youre a little baby so youre a little baby waby who needs mommys help

not junji ito. where did he come from. this is supposed to say chatgpt

all timer to me specifically

Walter Robinson

Melt, 2008

Styrofoam, wood, epoxy, metalflake

32 x 96 x 48 inches

San Jose Museum of Art