(classic rock riff)
… 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?
WHY IS EVERYONE WHISPERING HERE? SPEAK UP BROTHERS
CAN’T HEAR 'EM OVER THE SOUND OF MY EXTRA CRANKED HOG AROOOO!!!
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!
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.
You’re a flesh automaton animated by neurotransmitters
Feelings: Dulled