a cult of sadness

gay people have access to a secret second internet where everybody’s always posting bad-luck-brian memes but they’re weird and sort of scary

people make arbitrary divisions between types of gay people. party gays. steven universe gays. corporate gays. activist gays. but in actuality the borders between worlds are thin and may be traversed with ease. monday you can do poppers in a stranger's apartment, tuesday volunteer with a mutual aid group, wednesday spiral over your ex's hazbin hotel fanfiction, thursday write an essay about how your intersecting identities will make you an asset to the pharmacy profession

anyone else lose 10 years for no reason due to forces outside of their control

there seems to be a fundamental disagreement between microwave oven manufacturers and the producers of microwave meals over whether the customer should know the wattage of their microwave or if such details should be abstracted away from them

the microwave rice demands 800 watts of power for 2 minutes, but all the microwave can offer me three settings: one low, one high, and one somewhere in the middle. I turn it to the one in the middle as I happen to know 800W is the average power of most microwaves. the light comes on and the bag of rice starts slowly turning, but rather than hearing the usual rumble of the microwave, I instead start hearing short snippets of conversation - words snatched from the ether. the lights flicker and a chill runs up my spine. the voices remind me of those "spirit boxes" ghost hunters use. I double check the setting on the microwave. "ah," I say, remembering that I had set it to medium,

LMAO and Loam have the same letters. coincedence? or is this another shining truth that earth and soil is joyous and plentiful