I find violently left-wing people just as irritating and self-righteous as right-wing types.

Humanity degenerating into one huge interconnected endlessly fragmenting fleshy sub-Reddit of weird fetishes and fucking doge memes, with the government periodically digging for information they can flog to advertisers and overseas power brokers to kill time and boost the coffers between illegal wars and cumming toxic jizz into the atmosphere.

When the towers fell ...” They cast such a shadow, and it stretched out over our lives. We grew up in that shadow. “And it made everything seem so trivial.

The connectedness, actual real connectedness, not the fake bullshit connectedness that you get when you’re twatting about on MDMA, it’s like genuine telepathy or something, isn’t it?

cos the one thing that’s better than sharing love is sharing the feeling of oh shove it you asshole.

Lee, who oddly enough has no problem owning everything Apple ever puts out even though their serfs literally hurl themselves off buildings to escape the pain of putting the fucking things together.

They’ve worked out that the War on Drugs is bullshit, they’ve worked out that people just want to get fucked, and that it’s not a case of “drugs equals communities collapsing” all the time, that it’s more complicated than that, and yeah, that people just want to get fucked, have done since the dawn of time, will do until the heat death of the universe.

I don’t feel comfortable taking some random stuff,” I said. “Especially stuff that’s called Stuff.

The chemicals might be S-T-U-F-F ... like ... um ... seretonial-tryskelion-uberwobble-flexing-fluxamine, or whatever. Who cares.

Laika says I’m not middle of the road. One time she said that I was the road. She said I was her post-apocalyptic highway.