

A early grave, hopefully.
X.


A early grave, hopefully.


It’s literally 😬 irl
Yep.
Unless I’m wrong, in which case no.


There’s just no way to know. Such a tragedy! :-(
Trin also slaps her hand against that phone booth’s glass milliseconds before being aerosolized by truck after the agents tracked her shit on a landline, making landlines just about (but not quite) the shittiest way to leave the matrix, but go on.


Crack, meth, or both: which is it?
Both. Got it.


Huh.


BLASTS even
Haven’t heard that shit in at least two decades.
Somewhere between the sixth algorithmic outrage of the morning and the ninth “you’ll-never-believe-this” clip of the afternoon, people forgot how to do the slow, unprofitable work of letting someone else’s words actually hit their bloodstream.
This is where I popped smoke for an evac. I know this writing style, have seen it before countless times on countless other blogs, and it’s trying too hard to be edgy and angry. There’s most certainly a demographic for this, and author is definitely writing to that demographic, and I’m not it.


every. single. one.
twice.


Inconsequential compared to the Nazis Grok will raise. Consider yourself honored that you are being forced to pay for Grok.
All Hail Grok.


↑ That. Right there.
then the last person on earth might die thinking there was someone else not necessarily a bad way to go