@chronically-online-italian Oh, No! Whatever Shall I Do?!

I have arrived on the clown site. First order of business: indulge in shenanigans.

IT FARTED ON ME

there is a whole baby here and i just watched a turkey bust it down on tv

wassup

i'm back

what'd i miss?

can we see cousin jongle?

I gotchu bro

Artist's rendition:

I just played a game of cat and mouse with my brother except I was the cat and also the mouse.

He thought we were playing keep-away with a mysterious cube but little did he know he was tricked. Fucking hoodwinked. Absolutely bamboozled.

While the fool scrambled to keep it away from me, I cleverly slunk away to my room to eat cheese in peace like a wretched little rodent.

Poor boy didn't even realize.

Sorry for the last post being a downer it's just that bitches are testing me.

Anyhoo I went to the store yesterday and found out that the person at the register spoke Spanish as well as English and idk why but I thought that was so neato.

So shout out to bilingual ppl. You are much smarter than I am.

The jellyfish, in theory, can live forever. When damaged or on the brink of starvation, it simply reverts back to a polyp. The medusae it releases are genetically identical to the adult and so it lives on.

And yet, despite this, the jellyfish dies. Either to predation or disease, it dies anyway. If you were a jellyfish and you saw your brother die—really die—would you understand? Would you grieve?

There is no life or death for the immortal jellyfish. There is only existence. You spend your days, endless or not, swimming in the dark. You are here, and that is all. You are a jellyfish, and that is enough. There is nothing else.

So if you saw your brother sink to the ocean floor, would you know he would never get up again?

Maybe.

If life and death mean nothing to the jellyfish, does the jellyfish even know it lives forever? Does it know how special it is? Or does it think itself mortal and perhaps insignificant? After all, it’s just a jellyfish.

We, like the jellyfish, will die. We will end as all things must. But we, like the jellyfish, have the capacity to live forever.

We have songs dating back thousands of years. We have stories of ancestors that we never got to meet. Even our faces are not our own, borrowed from someone else and made something new. We owe our existence to the people before us; we are the “medusae” they left behind. Dead men live as long as we have mouths to speak.

There is no life or death for the immortal jellyfish. There is only existence, and existence is no insignificant thing. Life cannot be wasted, only experienced, and therefore, changed.

So I guess my final question is this:

If you could live forever, would you know it?

I'm thinking about the immortal jellyfish.

I leave for the weekend and I have 3 spicy bots following me now.

To the bots: please behave yourselves. Or don't. This blog is anarchy.

"your crime is existence" hehe yeah it is and you loooooove it :3

now eat this fucking drill

fighting gabriel rn with a cheeky ass grin on my face while we beat the shit out of each other

just dancing and twirling around him like a little ballerina while he tries to smite me off the face of the earth

Here you go, fuckers.

reblog to tell your mutuals they’re lovely as fuck