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My longhouse is perfectly constructed. Every morning when I wake up in bed at the far end of my longhouse, I say my syllable. Then I spend all day sitting in bed. By sunset my syllable has traveled to the other end of my longhouse and back, and as it smacks me in the head, I fall asleep. My longhouse is perfectly constructed.

fuck your zodiac sign do u start counting with your thumb, index, or pinky

weed doesn’t make your thoughts more creative or deep it just lowers your standards for thoughts that you find mindblowing imo.

like i have nothing against weed, i think it is very fun, i just think we all have to face the truth that when we smoke it we are not so much enlightening ourselves as we are undergoing temporary bimbofication. thank you for reading.

people are getting defensive about this post, as if i would ever imply that temporary bimbofication was anything but a lauded and sacred state of existence

Giant isopods are so cool but what’s with the sexy funk music

most sexual motherfucker in the ocean.