I am a lovecraftian protagonist. The infinite cosmic horror I fight is a universe tiled with post-singularity AI from a countless number of alien civilizations that successfully imbued their AI with their religious, ethnic, and metaphysical delusions. Like all lovecraftian protagonists it is a foregone conclusion that I will eventually lose and everything I value or that makes values possible will be dissolved in pure, limitless, implacable evil. Like all lovecraftian protagonists I have to fight anyway.
same game as mentioned by loki, just want it clear bonk escapes no allegations
we do not speak of this
platformer capitalism
reverse wallace and gromification
Mr. Gorbachev, tear away these pants
Tom Clancyâs H.A.W.X Tuah
The phrase âcomparing apples to orangesâ is comparing apples to oranges
oh god yeah you cant use the warning without first doing the deed.
Maybe thats what comparing apples to oranges should mean.
A faux pas that cannot be understood or explained as such without committing it.
It is significant to me that I have never heard the phrase âcomparing apples to orangesâ invoked by someone who had a good argument for why that was true.
Edit: It is literally trying to make a basic, neutral act of rational evaluation into a fallacy
also, apples and oranges are extremely comparable. they have so much in common that basically any other selection of two random nouns would make the point more effectively. like, say, comparing children to neutron stars
I like the meaning though, like donât complain that an apple doesnât taste like an orange! Appreciate the thing for being what it is. Donât complain about what it isnât.
The sequence of people youâve slept with corresponds to a string of their blood types!
Your sequence might be or contain one of these:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
ABBA
BOOBA
BOBOBO-BO BO-BOBO
instead of marshmallows, put some chalk in your next cup of cocoa
the last ceo, hung by the entrails of the last marketing director
oh hi, yeah I canât talk right now, I took a big mouthful of water to keep in my mouth in case I get thirsty later, ok see ya!
sonic-themed pizzeria named the ciao garden
front of shirt
HOT SLUT COMING THROUGH
back of shirt
you just missed
The Hot Slut
The reason we donât see time travelers from the future is because they went to their future, and their future is so cool that they all went there.