run your welder not your mouth

do you understand

no……just thinking about it makes me….oooouuhh……….hoo boy…that ones gonna sting in the mornin

are there any more

Imagine the air so thick with wokeness you can mold it in your hands like clay. It smells of ozone, ozone and oud and a bit of wild sage. It sticks to your hair a little. The sun is too bright. Jeff Davis has been dug up and hanged from a pawpaw tree in Kentucky. On Wall Street, a leading firm tries to juice its diversity quotas by manipulating a female Arab exec into developing dissociative identity disorder. The malarkey is discovered and the firm liquidated by the Secretary of Labor, a small Indian man with shining eyes and a beautiful smile. All is well. The exec is made Undersecretaries of Neurodivergence. Neurospicy. Listen, Jack. They told me I was mad. Some of you guys are alright. Don't watch the State of the Union. (The Zohrandate of Heaven settles uneasily across the Hudson River like the woke fog of morning, like a python about to consume its aging keeper.) All is well. Don't try to understand the press releases. Mandela is here. Somewhere in Indiana, small Black children watched over by serenely poststructuralist schoolpeople throw a brick through the window of a police station. The sound tinkles across the country like laughter, like song. All is well, and all manner of thing shall be well. God is in their heaven, and everything is vaxxed on Earth.

i know it's not fair to compare the writing of recent debut tumblr authors to Terry Pratchett no matter how much they want to be him but reading a discworld really is making me despair at ppl not understanding what makes a metaphor good. Pratchett just hit me with "the silence of the room crowded in like a fist slowly being clenched" and you want to try my patience with sharpened bananas. go home.

this is actually literally how every day felt in high school

art museum websites when the artist was a nazi: ...his work flourished from 1937–1945, a time where nothing particularly notable happened, and then he emigrated to the united states where he designed buildings for private universities