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Humans are silly Little blobs of ***** and eggs mix together to turn into little flabby flesh things that churn out a bunch of farts and yell about stuff Those blobs of flesh things get told how to do stuff by the older flesh egg ***** things who are starting to go bad, so they compensate by laying down rules about how to be a flesh egg ***** thing They make up different reasons for why they're all here swimming around bumping into each other and making noises that only their own groups of ***** egg meat people can understand, because that's what the older eggs taught them They try to add some **** they call beauty to all of this by scribbling on stuff, or making noises they think sound good, or building stuff, and they think they're clever. They'll tell you if it's not proper art it's not good art, but they'll also tell you art is subjective They won't stop themselves and realize this whole omelette they're a part of is just being made up as they go Sometimes, people are just Omelettes.
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Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 2:39 PM UTC
Sometimes, people are just Omelettes.
Humans are silly Little blobs of ***** and eggs mix together to turn into little flabby flesh things that churn out a bunch of farts and yell about stuff Those blobs of flesh things get told how to do stuff by the older flesh egg ***** things who are starting to go bad, so they compensate by laying down rules about how to be a flesh egg ***** thing They make up different reasons for why they're all here swimming around bumping into each other and making noises that only their own groups of ***** egg meat people can understand, because that's what the older eggs taught them They try to add some **** they call beauty to all of this by scribbling on stuff, or making noises they think sound good, or building stuff, and they think they're clever. They'll tell you if it's not proper art it's not good art, but they'll also tell you art is subjective They won't stop themselves and realize this whole omelette they're a part of is just being made up as they go Sometimes, people are just Omelettes.
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Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 2:39 PM UTC
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