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Manuel Amado (1938-2019) — Here I Am [oil on canvas, 2004]
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whenever i walk past someone smoking a cigarette i breathe really deeply to try and get as much second-hand smoke as i can
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ilove people who work at front desks of things. i can walk into a building and go to the desk and i ask how do i do this thing. and then they just fucking tell me !!!!
#looooved my front desk jobs in college#yes i CAN help you with that. i am so fucking good at googling things.
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ok whatever idc *bites you so hard and dont let go*
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I just reduced a dog to its base components (dog powder, binding reagent) with alchemical techniques
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Bites into burger Hmmm this tastes like ash Looks at hands Covered in ash Looks around All is ashes A pitiless waste Resume eating
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truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.
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theyre going to kill me because nobody in history has acted strangely and im the very first
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I hope one day I'll meet someone who can understand my vision for a dialogue-free slow burn romance between an astronaut stranded on an asteroid and the asteroid itself, which is actually a living sentient creature.
#love death and robots s3e3 the very pulse of the machine riffs on this idea kind of#very good i think of it often
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friend who says he's "busy having nightmares" whenever you ask why he can't hang out with you
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