If it’s a fetish you want to do it again and again… I just want to experience it.

What can I do about it? No point complaining

Useful for humans. Not for robots and reptiles.

Yea it’s more of a bucket list thing, but in a respectful way. I want to have fun WITH that person, not have fun BECAUSE of that person.

No. Because sound is the brain’s perception of vibrating air pressure.

No brains = no sound.

How do you know? You weren’t there. Well… Not in your current form anyway.

He’s right you know. The answer is yes.

I don’t believe that for second. There’s a lot of fucking stars in the milky way.

And we’ve cut down a hell of a lot of trees.

That black hole in the centre will eat anything

We don’t talk about that site here.

I like this one. Because it shows us as humans, dipping our toes into something to see if it’s okay and then when we figure out nobody gives a shit, then we can be ourselves.

There’s a reason why people protesting something usually become it: you are what you think about.

Fuck you big carb. I’m not listening to your bullshit.

Too many chefs in the kitchen spoils the hroth

As somebody who has sometimes been suicidal. I agree with this.

It’s basic Darwinism. If I don’t have the tools to survive, then I’m not going to. There’s no hard feelings.

I’m sure people will think about me, as much as they did about that courtesan who died on Rue Helene in 1746. Who’s that you might ask?

Exactly.

AI has been fighting the Russians in Ukraine for a few months now.

Do we have any proof that she hasn’t been resurrected in another universe?

I’m not being facetious here. I’m deliberately trying to point out the gaps in our own logic.

We are consciousness, in a universe that each day seems to be more and more like an infinite simulation and we have no idea why.

I genuinely, don’t know if she’s dead. None of us do. Which makes this case rather bizarre.

Honestly, I just don’t care.

I am a monkey, I live on a rock, in the middle of an infinite empty space, that none of the smartest monkeys on this rock can figure out.

I am part of a species that has spent its entire history killing itself in the most horrifying and ghastly ways for the most benign reasons that the greatest war approaches us and everybody is so accepting.

The planet I live on is slowly becoming inhabitable to point where the thought of kids is pointless. And banks have used to many money glitches that currency across the globe is going into hyperinflation.

I really really cannot illustrate how much I do not give a fuck about the cadence of written words in that small space of relief I get from the inevitable destruction looming in a completely absurd and pointless existence.

Who gives a shit? You ever read a legal document? They’ve had the same writing style for 70 years.

They’re not expecting anybody to live long enough to be able to say that.

Hilary is a psychopath