(classic rock riff)
WHY IS EVERYONE WHISPERING HERE? SPEAK UP BROTHERS
CAN’T HEAR 'EM OVER THE SOUND OF MY EXTRA CRANKED HOG AROOOO!!!
“Hey lil momma let me whisper in your ear…”
… we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves
…here’s Tom with the weather.
It’s not a war on drugs, it’s a war on personal freedom, okay?
Kudos for unexpected Bill Hicks.
negative, i am a meat popsicle.
You’re a flesh automaton animated by neurotransmitters
Feelings: Dulled
The pile of crude biomass you call your temple is just a complicated and fragile life support system for your genitals. By the time you are old enough to drink, it will have served its purpose, and all that remains is decay.
FROM THE MOMENT I UNDERSTOOD THE AWESOMENESS OF MY HOG, I CRANKED IT. I CRAVED THE STRENGTH AND CERTAINLY OF BONE. I ASPIRED TO THE PURITY OF THE BLESSED SKELTON. AROOOOO!
BROTHER, I DON’T KNOW WHY YOU’RE WHISPERING, BUT YOU NEED TO SPEND MORE TIME CRANKING YOUR HOG. WHEN YOU FEEL THE JOY OF THE OPEN ROAD YOU MIGHT THINK “MF IT, THAT’S TOO REDUCTIONIST”. IS THE MACHINE BETWEEN MY LEGS A MERE MACHINE, OR IS MY HOG A ROARING SNARLING WOLF THAT JUST HAPPENS TO BE MADE OF LEATHER AND CHROME?
Reliance on your inferior flesh has made you weak and your senses dull. Comparing the blessed machine to a biological happenstance is an insult to the Omnissiah. YOU WILL NEVER EXPERIENCE THE TRUE CRANK UNTIL YOU BECOME THE HOG.
We’re humans, we don’t give a fuck about the natural order of things.
sentient meat
THIS LOOKS LIKE A THROUGH THE LENSE SHOT OF A VR HEADSET BROTHER!
This filter always remimds me oft these early oculus ruft developer kit reviews wäre they would recoed the inside oft these lenses and people werde like woah that’s so crazy! Technology has home so far! Matrix Herr I come!
b b b baad to the bone
Well now I’m fucking terrified!
Seasons don’t fear the reaper, nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain.
