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thank you for meowing everykitty
can somebody fucking meow with me
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🎶 “Fish or chicken, chicken or fish Grab a leg and make a wish Or a fin, dive on in Dinner’s always better With a cluck, or a swim” 🎶 *Queue laugh track
🎥: xmckvrx
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Tried doing something composed decently in traditional for a change (ive lost my stylus)
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what if taste and smell were a privilege in battery city? senses dulled as a side effect of the pills you were force-fed, combined with food engineered to all taste the exact same, every single time. no matter the ingredients. homogenized and culture killing. your sense of smell dulled to not pick up on the chemicals allowing their artificial weather changes in the city's controlled atmosphere. flavor in your food is a privilege, a special reward for those born into high society conforming to expectation and pursuit of success by city standards....
imagine escaping the city, coming off the pills. adjusting to blistering sun and dirt and the smell of ozone and hot asphalt. tasting your food, whether dog food in desperate times or meals made with zone-grown vegetables, imported meat saved up for months in advance or spun sugar candy from a zone fair stall. recipes worked on together, passed down, tweaked by tasting as you go. what magic it would be to learn the smell of perfume lingering in the air after someone has already left, the atmospheric smell of a storm on the horizon, the whiff of sulfur after a match is struck. that's what the killjoys are fighting for
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modern gamers are so fucking toxic i was just playing fetch and she like. gestured like she was gonna throw the ball yeah? but she faked it out! she didn't actually throw the ball! what the fuck! if this is the direction the fetch meta is going i'm switching to tug o war or maybe even run in circles i am done with this community.
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In my next life I will be reborn as #<- prev.
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we’re just two mutuals who refuse to message each other first
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Charles Frederick Tunnicliffe (1901-1979). The White Turkey. Pencil, watercolour and bodycolour, on linen.
Christie's
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I moved on from the fact that Gerard once unprompted said she pissed herself in the Party Poison costume way too quickly. Girl what.
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About me
I AM A VERY COOL BOY.. AND I HAVE A VERY FRIENDLY ATTITUDE…….
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What was your obscure chatroom/forum that you used before social media? Don’t say Gaia Online or Club Penguin. I’m talking obscure.
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i would die alone and have my carcass be eaten by vultures before i talk to chatgpt like it's my boyfriend
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Hm i wonder why i feel so disconnected? *watches from afar* *watches from afar* *watches from afar* *watches from afar* *watches from afa
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