You could kiss a hundred boys in bars… wait, could i? Where do i sign up? Just kidding. just a little lighthearted reference to a popular song of this day and age to warm us up for the absolute intellectual ass whoooping that is about to take place on this fine evening.
the brain and the hand are the same thing and while we’re at it so is the fucking laptop none of these things have any differences and the differences they appear to have are actually the similarities or something idk i believe in nondualism but that was a monistic vibe i was peddling just now so idk how to like translate my shit into like uhh like idk how to uhhh FUCK consciousness is just a tiny spark in an otherwise large brain and body and mass of everything everywhere all at once so like UHHHH don’t like let consciousness become the whole thing like it’s really quite tiny when you think about how it’s just a little spark in the back of my brain
And remember how i’m fucking free and the chains that used to be around my arms and ankles and wrists were INVISIBLE never really a thingi was writhing and shaking around in them trying to get them off but the real freedom could only come from realizing they were never there
Oh please hold there’s a lady gaga visual happening now she’s singing an aria in a gorgeous black dress and an updo shes singing to her heart’s content and it makes my own heart seem to fall apart in my chest like it’s made of papier mache and all the flour and glue and paper is just like falling off and turning to dust and my heart is just a little tiny beating organ left inside after all that artifice got peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeled off by stefani germanotta herself
Oh what elseee ehterere’s a lot of shit in my brain like the mask on the mirror on the wall from shrek like going from happy to sad expression and spiraling in and out of my vision but it’s compressed into like the view from out of a doorway that’s ajar i can’t see everything
But i’m fucking free don’t forget i’m free and don’t forget you’re free too i don’t care you just are so am i and so are all of us in spite of any bondage you may be facing and any uhhhh perceived lack of freedom like i believe i’m more free than most people by the traditional definition of the word however like we all have brains don’t we and uhhh idk where i’m going with this to be honest the free thing is feeling a little manic and at the end of the day i’m in a corpse set to rot who knows when and the visuals are weird too weird i don’t want to describe them i don’t want to write anymore i’m done writing actually fuck this for the time being
what else u gotEmo llama with swooped cut of hair over his forehead and one of his eyes so yeah there you go that’s the last image of the night you fucking pervert and no i don’t think this was an underwhelming performance you sick fuck like this shit was pesto there was some flavor packed in and if it wasn’t satisfying to you you can eat my fucking dick for all i care buddy i’m fucking free and that means i stop wriitng when it pleases me like right the fuck about uhhh… hold on wait for it wait for it wait for it… jeopardy theme plays……. It plays and it doesn’t stop.. Just keep playing it bro i’ll end this thing eventually