ignite the pyres underneath the sedated mythologies

Damn! i want mintchimp icecreamo

Omg pjackk you're back!!

HUH??? pjackk was just unbanned and then immediately banned again!?

irish-american chan and pjackk starring in a remake of the iron giant

just tried to reference the xkcd "today's lucky 10,000" comic but I wanted to explain xkcd first, so I was like "you probably know the one about experts in the field overestimating their audience's familiarity with the subject matter" and uh. he didn't. love me some irony

when ur like 5 or 6 a not insignificant amount of your time is spent fucking with wood chips. like those are your homies. they smell bad when it rains and sometimes people throw them at you or just in general. everybody knows that one kid who has a favorite wood chip. i don't know if that's true i don't fuck with being 5 or 6 at this point in my life anymore. but it feels like stuff like that used to happen. but then one day u don't mess with them at all anymore. the alternative to a woodchip when ur a kid is sometimes like weird asphalt foam stuff that is slightly colorful and gets too hot. where does all of that stuff go? it gets chemically turned into cardboard boxes that contain things like "door dash orders" and "100 copies of the new nintendo game". there's kids out there right now eating wood chips. or like sometimes a wood chip would get into a place where a wood chip wasn't supposed to go: such as, the bathroom, or maybe even, the class room. you gotta think about stuff like, does the principal of a school, call the wood chip place? i need some wood chips down here? or like a church? when i was a kid i imagined there was some sort of playground manufacturing position and maybe a hard hat government employee would come and he would handle all of the wood chips forever. but by like the 6th year of a school's life time it might be safe to assume any singular wood chip has been inside of at least half of the school's mouth. what if you took a wood chip home and did weird stuff with it? that's just the kind of possibilities that are extant in wood chips, and i'm afraid not a single person is going to think about any of this stuff in as soon as 100 years.

if we're getting into Why do woodchips exist it's like. we're cutting down trees all the time and we have just all this fucking garbage shit that doesn't matter for anything useful and some Other guy was like Oh i got it we're gonna have children be in a pile of wood debris all day. but then it's a question of like, who was the first guy there? did a guy at a paper company invent this? ok imagine Mr. Paper brings his son to work like in there will be blood and a tree falls on him LOL. no don't imagine that. Mr. Paper brings his son to work and his son is fucking around in a big pile of woodchips and hes like. my word. i can sell all of this fucking garbage to schools. i've just saved the company. or even a Second guy, Mr. Playgrounds, was like, well if i want to mail premanufactured playgrounds everywhere in america by november (playground season), i need to create something dirtlike but which isn't dirt, for some fucking reason, why would Mr. Playgrounds collude with Mr. Paper in this way?, to fill all my special playgrounds. is the actual idea of wood chips that because they're like loose they're not going to hurt a kid as bad if they fall off the monkey bars? because wood chips fucking hurt. you can get like a sharp woodchip and probably kill someone with it. somebody, somewhere, is doing something crazy to obfuscate the purpose of woodchips, in order to save their bottom line.

I resent denial and self dishonesty because no one should be denied the most valuable aspect of a well lived life which is the confrontation of human suffering and ultimately endings and death. I resent that most humans want so much and have so many wishes and yet they cannot face themselves or what it means to be human.

Handing the Google executive currently chained in my basement a piece of paper that reads "Shall I end your torture?" with one checkbox that reads "No" and another that reads "Maybe later."

if the usamerican civil war was happening now instead of the 1800s you would see posts on here like "im literally disabled and i need a slave to function"

The opposite of “the elephant in the room” is “the centipede in the room”: something that’s not actually an issue but everyone is freaking out about

every time i search where a movie is streaming and it’s not on like one of the big streamers i whisper to myself ‘poob has it for you’