kesslerpartyatmyplace

I. Gonna prank some homeless people tonight by getting them high as fuck. I dosed a bunch of blunts with weed and I’m gonna go hand em out later.

Pretty much. As someone who dedicated my life to language it’s been particularly unpleasant to watch its use as communication medium and meaning-making thing die over the course of a decade or less. I hate everyone involved.

At least they’re full of passionate intensity.

It might be. Do you really think anyone still making decisions isn’t completely brain rotted?

I think once you’re hardened to exterior influence by thought terminating mechanisms there’s nothing left to save, but letting them kill their masters first seems prudent.