Remember, you’re a ghost piloting a walking tent of bone, blood, and flesh using a grey jelly computer running on ConfusedMeat_OS.
As is everyone and everything living that you know.
Also, you’re being co-habited by just a massive amount of bacteria, each of which has their own priorities.
I like to think of myself as a walking city. Makes me feel important.
I’m a walking unprofitable for-profit prison.
Conspiracy by Big Jenga
God someone stitch the blood donation post under that
I think I missed that one
today’s meta is jenga posting
capitalism trying to extract as much blood from humans as possible
I was on digging trenches in the yard for sprinklers when my then girlfriend came out onto the porch. She was kind of staring off into space. “What’s up?” " I just got a phone call. My mom died." “Congratulations.” “Thank you.”
She was a new girlfriend and I did not know anything about the history between her and her mom. But apparently my response was exactly the right one. Mom had slipped and died in her bathroom.
Or when you’re on the treadmill and then one of your steps is an inch too far to the side.
What if I’m taking a shower and I slip on a bar of soap?
OH MY GOD I’D BE KILLED!
By the colonel, in the kitchen, with a giant vibrator.
MORTAL KOMBAT!!!
