Tag: food
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What the fuck-stain is happening, all you nether-smashing horndogs who’ve left dried puddles of juice all over your sofa, your dinner-guest friends take a seat and awaken your Evil bdussy-born juice, it begins to creep across their skin and coat them in black-veined carapace and morph pieces of them into a half-demon insectoid, SWAT busts…
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Musings
Ironically, even when it seems to put a relationship at risk, I’ve found that setting boundaries generally improves it. Sometimes, the person falls out of my life, but even more surprising is when they come back in, after reflecting on the exchange and stating they’re ready to honor the boundary. On a related note, I…
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What the reverse-uno is happening, all you fed-up mofos who’ve decided to get your revenge against that one dickhead friend who takes fuckery and grabass a step too far so you eat a badass ghost pepper to prime your shnozz with boogers, cut a camouflaged hole in your pants for easy access, when they tickle…
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Musings
After a while, I realized when I allow myself to be empty and still, I don’t stay that way–well-being inevitably follows, and inspiration follows that well-being. As I began to accept the idea that well-being is my default state, I also began to accept the related premise that this same well-being alchemizes thoughts and emotions…
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What the AI-powered-cock is happening, all you flesh-based meat-dicks who’re quickly becoming obsolete, one day you come home and find your increasingly distant partner stuffed to the gills with quantum-powered cock, holy fuck it’s activated miniature thrusters it’s coming right at your face you dive to the side as it punches through the wall you…
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Musings
The true self, I believe, is not a series of narratives that run through my mind, reiterating who I was, who I am, who I’ll be, and/or why any of those narratives aren’t valid or real. It’s a wordless transcendence that becomes apparent when all the narratives quiet and still.
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What the old-cum is happening, all you once mighty meat-beaters who are flogging your saggy piece with the fury of a thousand exploding sons, but to no avail, it’s like trying to play pool with a greasy piece of string, finally, after the raw skin looks like the magma-webbed cracks of Mount fucking Doom, a…
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Musings
Perhaps abundance is not defined by resources, but through unrealized possibilities. Maybe there’s always a way to pull a benefit out of unpleasantness, defying odds, expectations, and ironclad beliefs.
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What the butt-cutt is happening, you overenthusiastic shavers who are getting ready for a date and just can’t get that ONE REMAINING hair on the nine o’ clock wrinkle, so you persist with furrowed brow and clenched teeth, scraping the razor over and over against your dirt star, oh shit you fucking misjudged the angle,…
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What the death-chair is happening, all you nasty fucks who keep burying your farts in the same porous chair, only to have your dear friend sit on it by accident, triggering an audible, “PUUUHHHhhhh…” from its cushion which is accompanied by a visible green mist that arises from the fabric, they immediately start coughing, black…