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The miles roll by as you drive to work.

#235: > #233: > #1: >

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if all these neet trans girls started meditating we could have an entire underclass of awakened buddhas and bodhisattvas on our hands

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Ah, shit. You thank this online girl and take one hand off the wheel and dictate into your text to speech. You can believe you were too focused on going to work to sit and explain your efflorenscia. Every day you will whimsy. You operate the TIME IS MONEY! order efflorenscia. The universal solvent is money, and rather than try to anarch your way out of the global hegemon, you lean wayyyy into it. Everything either costs you time, which saves you money, or it costs you money, which saves you time. Often, though, a 'scia card costs both time and money, saving you nothing. The only way you can move through the world is by GOING TO WORK! Certain 'scia movements, when performed in special areas actually give you money when you queue them. This efflorenscia has advantages twofold. One, sometimes you get things instantly. The fastest way possible. Two, you are free from the PARANOID DELUZIOMETER, since you can pay for things instead of pretending an onion makes you immune to the consequences of your actions. #234: > #232: > #the ONION: > #start over >

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dirk strider is what happens when you enlighten a guy and then forget to make him love the whole world and all the beings in it

dirk strider is #darkwoke

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You've only been awake for forty one minutes, and it's already been a long day. Next year, you think, you'll take her birthday off.

Arcturus and the moon keep their solitary vigil. [15]

#233: > #231: > #start over >

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im honestly blogging

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It's dark, it's quiet, and you're alone. #232: > #230: > #1: >

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the hightest honor an online girl can ever give you is to use your dms as a clipboard

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the density of the universe one single nanosecond after the nansecond had to be exactly

four hundred and forty seven sextillion, two hundred and twenty five quintillion, nine hundred and seventeen quadrillion, two hundred and eighteen trillion, five hundred and seven billion, four hundred and one million, two hundred and eighty four thousand and sixteen point zero grams per cubic centimeter

in order for all of this to exist. just a fraction of a gram heavier and we'd all crunch back together, and a single feather lighter and we'd never have coalesced into matter.

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for all the stupid bullshit the 21st century has left us, the laptop is going to be its legacy. what a perfect device.

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every post i make is another kapla taken off of my cycles of reincarnation

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beautiful girls are always fucking with my toaster settings causing me to burn the next piece of toast i try to make after they (beautiful girls) make toast in my toaster

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You do all of this in perfect silence, as you have done, and will do, for the past several fast years. What's there to say? Whose there to talk to? There's the comforting abstraction of your blog, and even then you're blogging in silence. The quiet gnaws at you. It pulls at your leg. Something's pulling a trick on you, you think. A pumpkin you love once said to you "BT:"Imagine waking up after never having gone to sleep." it says" It's a fishy thought. Money is literally lit on fire as you think this. #231: You eat, make sure to turn off every light, and leave for the day. > #go back > #start over >

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this really means a lot to me that youre comfortable enough to share this with me

i love getting my debit card declined at the store.

i love saying "cancel the flowers" or "can you take off the uh... bread" it makes me feel so #povertycore #broke

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Your MANIC DEPRESSION CURVE's rate of change for today is the anomalously high y=2x⁴-major depression, which is where you were yesterday. The wizards' birthday is giving your life-energy a damn strong kick in the pants. Today's going to see you well into the upper echelons of mania. Maybe you'll get to fuck something after work. Maybe you'll jack off in the port-a-potties. Right now though you have to put eggs on the skillet; money is a-burning as you blog. #230: > #go back > #start over >

[lactating]

i love getting my debit card declined at the store.

i love saying "cancel the flowers" or "can you take off the uh... bread" it makes me feel so #povertycore #broke

[lactating]

it would be cool albeit technically challenging to rebrand this blog as a multiple person like mod alpeh and mod beth and mod tav sort of deal and pretend that theres all these characters workign behind the scenes behind the scenes of making fast earth but really its just one woman (me (alice) ) and i think that trying to add another level of tumblr-meta-level narrativization is actually a good idea and ill think upon this for a while