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one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.
i have to clean and pack my whole room right now but my brain doesn’t work which is why it got messy in the first place. you see the problem
its WAY worse than i realized. i thought it was mostly dirty laundry and that once i collected that it would be fine. i was wrong
oh i forgot to update about this. it took around two days longer than expected (including sleep, eating, and rest time) but i did it!!
sports rpf is just “and they were chevrusas” for goyim
hear me out. in both cases it’s “two men form a very close homoerotic working relationship and friendship in a setting where being openly gay is not acceptable but being extremely close with another man is. will they? won’t they? have they?”
shouting “DERIVATIVE!” at an art school kid just walking down the street from a moving vehicle, they break down and sob
okay but if i, a guy driving a car, yell that at somebody walking on the sidewalk, that’s not really an insult, that’s just what they are


