MAN IM SO ANGRY WE WONT GET ANOTHER DAFT PUNK SONG.

i need to turn a toaster into a capture card with an extremely low bitrate

What if we kissed in the field of eyes?

I wonder if there's someone out there whose thing is that literally all they want out of life is to be sucked into a jet engine and no one knows.

No one knows he's sitting in a padded cell waiting for his moment in life. Biding his time until the day he can walk out of that room, hop the fence of an airport then immediately get sucked into a GE90 turbo fan. T-posing in an inward draft before he's ground into dust, vaporized and shot out the back at as a molten human jet stream, shining brighter than any man ever could in that brief moment where man and machine intersect. No one will know who he is. No one will know why he did it. They will blame his captors for failing to prevent him from attaining his lifelong dream. No one understood him. No one ever will. They won't even know that his valiant sacrifice will save three-hundred sixty passengers and the Boeing 777's entire crew from a grisly demise by preventing a plane with an undiscovered engine malfunction from taking off. All for the low low price of spraying the runway with a fine red mist and permanently traumatizing the child sitting in seat number 16A.

Since somehow this website is less of a cesspool than twitter even with 90% of its userbase gone and there is literally no other social media platform actually suited to posting completely random thoughts with zero refrain I dug out this 10 year old account to do exactly that.

The best part about cleaning out your office is finding all the random post its and not remembering a single thing about why any of it was ever written down. My head is pounding, I'm dizzy, and I'm sitting here staring at a barely legible post it wondering what the fuck does Center of my soul have to do with Schelling's Theory of Rational Deterrence and why they're on the same post it as a grocery list containing the single item of ramen noodles.

I misread that as "getting wrapped around a tree at 100" mph somehow and all i can think is about drifting a dodge viper in the rain.

As soon as my body starts to malfunction or fail me/become weak/fragile I'm rerolling

the sudden urge to put on mouse ears and a maid outfit so you can go around making mouse based puns while cleaning the house

"Mouse-keeping!" "Cheesed to meet you! Have I seen you before?" "This one's on the mouse!" "I'll leave it squeaky clean!" "Mice to see you!"

I'll be adding more as I think of them, I'm hoping to create an encyclopedia of mouse puns.

happy uhhh. happy neopussy thursday

I found rusty paperclip on the college campus yesterday. I picked it up because it reminded me of myself.

You see an eldritch creature with a million million eyes. Neither of you speak but you know it's love when you look up, and you see through his eyes looking through your eyes at his eyes. For a brief, beautiful moment before you're both blinded by a recursive loop your eyes meet.

You curl up next to him to snuggle the void-flesh at the base of the mound and call him "Daddy Aliya" because you've seen what he sees and you know each one of those eyes is watching the world through another man's life. To him every second is an eternity's worth of experiences; you are not sure if he even notices.