- Dołączono
- 14 Lip 2025
Everything has a fucking label for no good reason. You look at a random guy on the street, he's named thomas, or nicholas, or robert. You look at a sign and there's something written on it. You look at the sky, what do you know? There's a word to describe the sky. Much like the agrarian revolution, the invention of writing has locked us into a perpetual state of Ben Garrison revolution that disguises itself as progress but in the end just makes us more miserable. My ancestors clubbed dinossaurs in the head and didn't bother thinking about anything, much less writing it down. We must return to that golden age. I want out.
