man cannot live on memes and news alone. there is a void here. news stories breed reasoned discussion, generally filled with stringent, on topic remarks. memes breed tepid remarks, a step above twitter blue check replies, but little worth reading.
what we need is rants. schizophrenic analysis of an old tv show. schizophrenic analysis of taylor swift’s private jet schedule. takes. banter. self-posts, text-posts, and OC content in general.
only about 10% of people in any given community contribute. that means 90% of you are stifling your need to post with other, healthier methods. but i implore: to post is the way. posting is light. posting will bring you a better life, posting will heal your children, grant you a healthy crop, and secure your place in the grand hum of modern discourse
His name was Powderman Jones. He was a man of donuts. He was apprenticed to the Kittenmongers of Snarf some 20 years ago. One day his cheese was stolen by the finger boys. So he hunted them through the state of Mississippi, and ate their toes. There were no survivors. No George! If only he could’ve known that doom was approaching the land, he could have powdered the toast. All exists. None Exists. FUCK Damocles. Mississippi cornflakes sees you. No one escapes. Everyone escapes. You’ve been corncobbed. The end. No it isn’t.