Call yourself whatever you want, at the end of the day we’re all utopianists who’re overly self-assured that our favorite pet-theory-system will eventually remove all suffering.
“If my vision for society were adopted, the world would be perfect!”
My ex-girlfriend used to break oatmeal cookies over my bare chest and would vacuum it up with a Bissell handheld vacuum. She’d call me her oatmeal boy and make me empty the vacuum after we were done.
She got out of prison last year and tried to crash at my place. Haven’t heard from her since.
Yeah, if you like something don’t learn about how it’s done, just think god gave it to you like that. If you think about it you ain’t gonna eat anything anymore. Everything we buy is either very disgusting or involve some kind of torture/slavery (human or not). So either don’t think or think a lot and only eat from your own garden. (fyi I live in a flat so I can’t have a garden)
The one that lives forever in my head is the time he went to his school reunion and parks his little shitbox in a reserved space (after moving the car that looked exactly like his out of the way) and at the end it was revealed that reserved space was for a spectacle where a tank crushes his car.
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