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Jul 28, 2020 18:26
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You lift the toilet seat responsibly and being pee peeing into the bowl. As you pee pee, you notice the seat begin falling back towards you. You tense and resist. You really try, but you can't stop. You decide you will instead pee pee a bit higher, crossing the falling toilet seat as fast as possible. To minimize the mess. Here it comes. The toilet seat is falling. Falling. And then, the toilet seat freezes, hovering half-fallen directly in the pee pee trajectory. Another day ruined.
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Jul 28, 2020 18:28
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You've been drinking diet pepsi from the can for most of your life. One day, at a friend's backyard B.B.Q., Big Dave apologizes. "I'm sorry, I forgot to put the diet pepsi in the fridge" You say it's okay, you can even drink it warm. "Nonsense, I will just pour it over some ice" You watch Big Dave pour the diet pepsi into the glass. It is bright orange. Has it always been bright orange? You don't know.
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Jul 28, 2020 18:31
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Walking down the street in the middle of Winter and you slip and fall and suddenly *POP!* your midsection blows out and your insides are actually pop&fresh biscuits! You try to shove the doughy mess back in but your body is starting to unravel, and you roll down the street- all the biscuits falling out and sticking to things, and now you're your own personal Katamari Damacy! You're rolling over things and picking them up and collecting them to you. First small pieces of trash, then the sticky, biscuity goo oozes past that layer of debris and you collect larger pieces of trash, soon you have boxes and packages, next come cats and dogs and birds, rocks and branches, soon entire trees and cars, and then buildings! Now the Earth is a part of you, and Mars and Venus- the Sun, burning bright cannot resist the need to be a part of your collective- Proxima Centauri, then Barnard's Star- soon other star systems become part of you, and the Milky Way is yours. Local galactic clusters swarm to your collective, pulling in more and more of the Universe, soon multiverses are queing up to flow in. At the end, when you have become one with everything, it's time to pack another bowl and start the process anew... https://i.imgur.com/QKTkerO.mp4 |
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Jul 28, 2020 18:41
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Whenever life gets heavy, you run. Not run away from your problems or run into traffic, no, heavens, nothing like that. Just pop open a podcast, get in to your comfy running shoes and run. Run like the wind in the empty streets at the intersection of too late and too early. One day, life is getting heavy again and you decide tonight's the perfect night to blow off some steam. But, tonight, you don't realize something integral to your running. Someone untied your shoelaces. Just as you're about to round the first curb in the 'burb, you slip - there's a ripping sound. Your favorite running shorts are now ruined, ripped straight through.
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Jul 28, 2020 18:43
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Another work day ends and you get out of your chair, stretching. Time to pamper myself, you think, and decide to order some food. Checking the cheap magnets on your fridge, you decide on tacos, perfect on a tuesday. You quickly dial the phone, counting your lucky stars that your favorite taco place is still doing deliveries. They answer, and you list your dietary demands - Three guac tacos, a bottle of coke and tres leches, mmm. But then... disaster strikes! Your features drop as you hear the words... "Is pepsi okay?"
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Jul 28, 2020 20:16
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You finish the last chapter of the book and turn off the bedside lamp. You ease against the pillows. Warm in the glow of a freshly finished book. Before you fade into sleep. A thought wakes you back up. You didn't have to pee before bed. Wait a minute. You didn't even have to pee at work. When was the last time I peed? You don't remember.
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Jul 29, 2020 00:02
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You are desperately craving pickles. You have none, so you go to the supermarket. The pickle section is nearly empty, and the kind you truly love--whole dill pickles--are nowhere to be seen. Anxiously, you get up on your tiptoes and spy that at the very back of the dill pickle row, there is a lone jar. They are pickle chips, which are somewhat soggy and inferior, but that will do. Congratulating yourself on your luck, you purchase them posthaste and run home to indulge. You stick a fork right into the jar and take a second to admire the jewel-like translucence of a perfect ruffle-cut pickle chip, glistening in the sunlight pouring through your kitchen window, brine dripping into the jar. You take a bite. Too late, you realize . . . IT IS A BREAD AND BUTTER PICKLE CHIP THAT WAS PUT INTO THE WRONG ROW  
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Jul 29, 2020 01:31
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Every year you go to visit your grandma the Sunday before her birthday, to have a birthday lunch with her. It is a quaint ritual that you both enjoy, even moreso now that your parents moved out of state for new jobs. Every year you spend an hour on the preceding Saturday talking with grandma and discussing where to eat, and every year--no matter what you decide on--grandma has Popeye's waiting for your when you show up. You and your grandma always joke about how much you love Popeye's, and you talk about various Popeye's-related happenings like new sides or the chicken sandwich shortage. You like to mix the potatoes and gravy with the beans and rice, and eat a spoonful in between bites of your chicken, savoring the frankenside for the whole meal. And you can practically taste that cajun gravy as you knock on grandma's door. But this year there is no Popeye's. Instead grandma has bought plain turkey subs with mayo on Italian bread from Subway, with plain Lay's as the chips, and watery diet pepsi to drink. Also your grandma is that well monster from Zelda: The Ocarina of Time. |
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Jul 29, 2020 22:40
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when you were 13 years old you went to the first screening in town for the film "monkey bone", which was the greatest film experience of your young life. you idolized actor brendan fraser and were excited to see where his career would lead him. this would lead you to collect various forms of brendan memorabelia, commemorative brendan fraser plates, brendan fraser buttons, brendan fraser pogs, a signed laserdisc of "george of the jungle", and so on your most prized possession was a poster of brendan fraser from the film "airheads", black and white, very artistic. he is vacantly staring into the distance it was peculiar when you bought it. the sales person at hmv suggested that you be careful with this poster, as five people had already returned it and there was apparently something wrong with it that no one was quite able to say why. stranger still, the poster was in perfect condition, even after being purchased so many times. you put up the poster in your bedroom, one last brendan to see before bed. for a time all was good a few weeks later at school, you were in an argument with another kid, who was saying that brendan fraser actually sucks and that bedazzled was just okay. in your anger, you punched the other kid out, sending him to the hospital with a severe concussion. your parents and the school staff punished you most severely, but no more than what was to come when you finally went to bed that day, still all fired up with righteous fury, you freeze up when you hear what sounds like sobbing. tracking the sound, you realize it's coming from your precious brendan fraser poster. but brendan is no longer a simple airhead, he is turned away, crying. in fact, it seems that he is actually moving within the image! "brendan," you began, "you are the best actor in human history are you okay" poster brendan fraser turns to you. he was crying alright, but he was crying tears of blood! blood poured down the page like a grotesque 3D film. "you failed me," the poster man moans, "this is not the brendan fraser way. why do we exist only to suffer. why am I cursed. why did you make this happen" poster brendan fraser's black and white arm then reached through into your room and his sobs and shrieks grew louder and louder. all goes dark you wake up the next morning, shaken by what must have been a bad dream. the poster is still unsettling, but with too much pride for your brendan fraser collection, you decide to store the poster in your closet rather than send it back to the store like a coward. but something terrible had happened! you go to see the mummy returns, when the film ends you remember absolutely nothing. the whole experience of the film has vanished. you watch the film again and the same thing happens. again. and again. suddenly you realized you can't remember any of the lines from encino man. school ties is a blurred enigma. every brendan fraser movie no longer exists to you. they're gone. you remember his face but his art evades you. you failed brendan and he took heaven away from you. so many cinematic miracles... all gone |
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Jul 30, 2020 01:09
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dracula vladdy AF posted:when you were 13 years old you went to the first screening in town for the film "monkey bone", which was the greatest film experience of your young life. 
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Jul 30, 2020 01:11
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you are lying in bed waiting for sleep. your cat is curled up by your ankles as it always does, your stalwart companion for sleep. you're feeling good about tonight. you think you're going to have a sex dream, and not a weird one like usual. just a regular dream where you're having sex and loving it. suddenly a pain shoots up your right leg. ow! what was that? you tilt your head up and look towards the foot of the bed. the cat is biting your feet! "cat," you beg, "we are friends. i raised you from a kitten. you are my stalwart companion for sleep. do not bite my feet!" the cat keeps biting your feet. ouch! the cat hates your feet, because the cat is an rear end in a top hat. you panic that the cat nibbling at your toes is going to make the sex dream real weird.
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Jul 30, 2020 05:20
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looking in the mirror you see the top of the ankle sock peaking out above your pokemon themed vans slip ons “gross” you think. you take off the socks and put the shoes back on a perfect transition of skin to canvas you nod and head out the door by 8am it is only 11am your feet swim in sweat charizard bleeds now, just an orange koffing
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Aug 1, 2020 13:38
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