So that you can climb up the drainpipe onto the second floor, suffocate the janitor and take his clothes, and then proceed to assassinate the lead celloist during the second movement of the Chanconatta Vol. 5 by dropping a chandalier on their head.
There arent weapons in the future they can practice with, all they have are the sims and those don’t exactly behave like real weapons
I know I ain’t doin’ much.
Doing nothing means a lot to me.
~ AC/DC Downpayment Blues
Oh I guess I rhymed there didn’t I? Yes yes I did.
oh me oh my
oscillating doormats
alright explain
Different technology. VHS rewound magnetic tape using gear rotors. DVDs rewound optic media using spinning lasers.
I miss seeing the disco lights
Cordwainer Smith <–> I am Retchin’ Sword
can you imagine if they take off spirit airlines, and the half-way through the captain announced, “apologies passengers, a takeover has just taken place and we are now landing in bermuda. May god have mercy on us all.”
Kastrup
Copenhagen, for anyone wondering
Kerosene mixed with summer jasmine. When you step onto the tarmac and the humidity hits you, and those two syrupy fragrances mix
Mmm.
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The shift in the unseen eyes as the thread takes hold, suffocating and spinning; a meal for me, an annoyance for you. In the corners you don’t check, a cornucopia of opportunity as yet another morsel is discarded, attracting them by the droves, your apathy to your own glutton as forgotten as the coconut you keep under your bed. (And, scene.)
*Gulps and almost chokes on triple-bacon-beefy-saiyan-deluxe*
“Finally!”
You could have phrased that better, but yes perfect is the enemy of good
It depends what McDonalds is to the area. For me it’s the one place open at 2am on a Friday night, where people from all walks of life (posh wedding party coming back from a long drive, pissed students, overworked deliveroo drivers taking a break) can sit down almost next to each other in the same area and order the same thing.
McDonalds has always been this great equalizing public square for me, rich or poor, black or white, local or migrant.
That first photo kind of encapsulates that feeling of it being a public space where people can eat and discuss topics at their leisure. The second one feels like that sense of restful decorum is lost.
I’m angry at what was lost. Bring back the plants, the hanging lights, and just the normal tables that provided a single modicum of privacy in a train station.
We’re not cattle that need to be herded into a corner FFS
I sometimes play that sentence game in my head where you can’t repeat the same word more than twice, and must instead string together the longest consecutive collection of unique words - plurals permitted - for fun purposes