Its your soul expressed in syllables-oh sorry its-

I'm in a little local cafe and the women behind the counter started griping to each other, "Oh Christ, Stephen's back again," "It's him, is it? I thought he'd stopped coming," "It's definitely him, look, it's bloody Stephen on a Thursday morning," "Do you want me to get rid of him or are you going to do it?" and so I was peering outside, trying to spot this nightmare customer, this pestilence of a person, this pox upon the cafe trade, and then one of the women from behind the counter ran outside, clapping two trays together loudly and yelling "GET OUT OF IT, STEPHEN!" and it turns out that Stephen is an absolutely gigantic fuck-off seagull who hangs around outside, menacing people for crumbs

Remember when the entire internet believed that it was entirely the fault of Anish Kapoor that consumers weren't able to purchase an airplane paint that required proper ventilation and a paint booth to use, entirely on the word of a pigment manufacturer who then used the video to advertise his pigments?

starting to think some of yall arent serious bout finding beauty in the grotesque

they cant even find beauty in fat ppl

doing reading for my research project and i come across a paper that references fossil from "East Antarctica" and i'm like huh,,,, what do you mean east antarctica. east from where. how do you have east and west in a continent that Contains the south pole??

are you on the square? are you on the spreadsheet?