built 2 misbehave

how do i get into the mech sex stuff. what is that. where is that all happening

We genuinely need to kill and eat anyone who likes music

My album backlog is funny bc some much of it is extremely niche shit that a lot of people would barely consider "music" right next to extremely important mainstream albums that I'm lowkey embarrassed I've never gotten around to listening to before.

phone somehow autocorrected "the joker" to "the worker." why so devoid of class consciousness, batman

oh me? I lost my penis when I ignored the "Don't touch the machinery" sign. you know how it is

nearly ran a redlight thinking about >penis ripped off by penis gnomes on my way home from work

putting this post on every machine from now on thank you

Penwas :(

my couchsona

tigers actually have really strong venom but their mandibles are too small to break the skin of a human so dont worry

I guess the reason all that Backrooms stuff has never really fazed me is because I worked in on-site networking support for a while, and literally every city's downtown district is just Like That once you get off the beaten path. Not just the really big cities, either; the one I'm currently living in has a population of less than 250 000 – metro area included – and a downtown area about six blocks across, and the service corridors still manage to do some House of Leaves shit. At one point I was trying to map the route of a misbehaving network cable, started out in a shopping mall parking garage, and ended up surfacing in the basement of the casino across the street. Totally unsecured – apparently neither the mall's administration nor the casino's managers knew that particular service corridor existed.

Like, I once bumped into a fully stocked and operational Coke machine in an unlit maintenance corridor twenty feet below ground level. Its display lighting was the only illumination for a hundred yards in either direction. I don't even know what it was plugged into.

Somewhere below this city there's a room the size of a high school gymnasium filled floor to ceiling with rotting mattresses. I've seen it with my own eyes – and, more importantly, smelled it with my own nose. I can't recommend the experience.

(That last one isn't even mysterious. The room in question is within easy walking distance of the basement of a major hotel, if you know where you're going; I imagine the hotel started stashing their old mattresses there at some point rather than pay to have them hauled away, and over the ensuing decades the situation got out of hand.)

i think gaming peaked with the TES-style "hands are always in your FOV so you can see what you're holding/doing" camera it's so fucking funny. running around arms up blasting daedra into smithereens

stop thinking with your dick and start thinking with your pussy. ok now stop thinking with your pussy and start thinking with your dick again. meditate on the differences between them. call me back when you get it.