Pablo Nergigante posted:

Sung to Prodigy - Firestarter:

olives black posted:

I legit would have turned his sample tray over

Vincent Van Goatse posted:

love the first reply too

Dr. Cool Aids posted:

I'm the ventilated
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Ibram Gaunt posted:

There is no such thing as normal. Any therapist or psychologist can tell you that. And if the majority of the people on this rotten planet are really of the same mindset as the people in the sagas thread then I am more than happy to go through the rest of my life being abnormal because I will never behave the same way as they do and I will never find their toxic morning radio shock jock humor funny

Dr. Cool Aids posted:

I'm the ventilated
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Pablo Nergigante posted:

Sung to Prodigy - Firestarter:

Dr. Cool Aids posted:

I'm the ventilated
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GXL posted:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2WpOu_sRDQ

This song contains satirical references to gun violence. I DO NOT SUPPORT GUN VIOLENCE. I DO NOT SUPPORT GUN OWNERSHIP. I DO NOT SUPPORT CARRYING CONCEALED WEAPONS.

If you decide to quote this post, I’d really appreciate if you included the disclaimer text so that it doesn’t get lost in the shuffle.

Thanks again, CSPAM covid thread. Couldn’t have done it without you. Fare thee well.

TOTAL SYMPTOMATIC COVID INFECTIONS TO DATE: 0

Dr. Cool Aids posted:

I'm the ventilated
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Vincent Van Goatse posted:

Vincent Van Goatse posted:

Oh God there's two more vids on that channel:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I61mmlAOu-w
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7hsKQcuu9Q

Al! posted:

when you truly believe everyone in that stadium is going to die, but thankfully you have your Darkman suit on and are completely safe

Vincent Van Goatse posted:

Oh God there's two more vids on that channel:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I61mmlAOu-w
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7hsKQcuu9Q

Pablo Nergigante posted:

Sung to Prodigy - Firestarter:

Vincent Van Goatse posted:

It's Dodgers Stadium so here's hoping

Pablo Nergigante posted:

Sung to Prodigy - Firestarter:

Dr. Cool Aids posted:

I'm the ventilated
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Vincent Van Goatse posted:

Ibram Gaunt posted:

If I truly believed that covid was "worse than AIDS" and going outside unmasked for even a second gets you terminally ill....I wouldn't be going to costco even if I had a superhero mask on.

pentyne posted:

If you are genuinely terrified of airborne disease you can literally have your groceries assembled and set aside waiting for you to pick up at Costco, like 2 minutes in and out.

The only reason to shop in person like that is to make sure people see you with your hazmat gear as a performative action.

mycatscrimes posted:

I can't believe you personally want Shohei Ohtani to die smh

Nuns with Guns posted:

lol

Ibram Gaunt posted:

Thinking about the cspam goon who thought he was doing accelerationism by refusing to sort his recyclables.

Tony Tone posted:

It is something like week number seven since I have last went into work. Which wouldn't be too out of the usual for me, but because I am the most masochistic obedient manual-labor worker you will ever meet my boss is usually okay with that given I accomplish more work than 5 other people in the same amount of time when I actually do show up to work. My girlfriend with whom I live with has been unemployed for the past year since finishing her QA course, before we both realized it was a massive waste of time and money in our desperate attempt to escape poverty and landing a job in the glamorous world of High-Technology. The news this week said that the "hi-tech bubble" in our country "is probably bursting right now" as many are laid off and recruiting is even more tightly controlled.

I have been steadily going into extreme debt racking up bills and smoking not-even-fun amounts of weed, washing it all down with 12% alcohol beer cans to obliterate my senses as efficiently as possible (and to drown out the sounds of my partner sobbing uncontrollably in the other room). I tell myself this is fine, because all my life I have spent working 250 hour months and am usually able to off-set the debt accumulated during my burnt-out phases because of the insane overtime.

My girlfriend dreams of family. Of kids. She is losing her mind because of me because all I do is read this loving thread and play video games, chain smoking joint after joint after beer can before passing out in front of the computer every single day, all loving week. Every day is the same.

I do not have the strength to bring a child into this world and watch him grow in the same hell I live in. I know the value of hardship in this life, but I would be literally condemning him to slow suicide. My concerns fall on deaf ears. My partner thinks Im exaggerating. That I am Too Online, despite barely ever posting or even having any type of online friend. She doesn't understand that we will probably never live past our 50s or 60s, and even if we did, we'd wish we hadn't. She has seen me crawl out of my despair and work my loving rear end off before, but this time - I cannot continue pretending poo poo is going to be fine. I cannot continue putting my hopes and faith in a glimmer at the end of this tunnel because there is none. The tunnel collapsed a long time ago.

I find myself not even bothered by death anymore. Chaos begins to seem appealing to me. I started doing petty poo poo out of spite, like using insane amounts of single use poo poo at work (coffee cups, plastic stirrers, anything and everything disposable). Throwing away half the trash bag roll when taking out the trash because gently caress it all to hell and you can never loving find the right sweet spot to tear a bag out of the roll. Throwing away garbage out of the window of my car because I just dont give a poo poo anymore and deeply detest this place. This world. Funny because I used to go out of my way to pick poo poo up from the beach whenever I came to relax not only because it was the right thing to do, not only because glass shards can injure kids and poo poo, but also because I just wanted to not lay down in the sand surrounded by garbage. Not anymore lmao, I just stick my cigarette butts into the sand now. I might throw my empty beer can in the trash, might just leave it on the beach because I dont loving feel like going out of my way to throw it away.

This continuous meltdown feels really uncanny, I can feel myself becoming a piece of poo poo, but at the same time, it is getting more difficult to care. Everything I had believed in seems to be eroded, corrupted or just straight up irrelevant in the face of the end of it all. This loss of meaning has really cool and interesting impacts on your mental wellbeing Im sure you can tell, but it has even cooler impacts on your core beliefs. Protecting minorities? Having sympathy for the disadvantaged? Helping your neighbors? Subscribing to any kind of notion of patriotism or even the very loving concept of borders? Striving for success at work? Believing in economic systems? Saving up for a house?

Everything becomes much simpler when you know the party is going to end in the next few decades. All bets are off. I can truly just speedrun my bucket list at this point. Go into insane debt, go on vacations I cant afford to catch glimpses of this world before it's gone forever, come up with schemes to gently caress over my coworkers and my boss and my neighbor for my personal advantage & gain in literally any fashion (only makes sense to do so, we're all going to kill one another soon anyway), experiment with all the drugs I can, always do the bare minimum of work required, buy the latest VR tech and gear on loans to play out my fantasies and then do all that poo poo in real life with hookers or my girlfriend if she's still around. Do insurance scams by breaking my limb in the street and suing my local council. Swindle old people out of their money because their generation are mostly the ones who contributed the most to this extinction, it's the least they deserve. Use the money to buy huge playgrounds for cats and adopt at least 63 of them because animal life is more sacred than human even during these end times.

I dont know how one can reconcile both that climate change is real and still maintain some kind of personal life goal like work/school/aspiration/moral, without them either being hardcore cog dis experts or straight up not understand fully that they are not likely to live out their average life expectancy in any capacity. I dont even care at this point about being on some kind of "list" or whatever just because it feels like the internet and media is so totally saturated with this feeling in one form or another, and that everyone just sorta "knows" what is coming but refuses to talk about it out loud, that none of it truly matters beyond getting caught by algorithms or mods because we still have to maintain the pretenses of normality.

Dr. Cool Aids posted:

I'm the ventilated
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Tony Tone posted:

I find myself not even bothered by death anymore. Chaos begins to seem appealing to me. I started doing petty poo poo out of spite, like using insane amounts of single use poo poo at work (coffee cups, plastic stirrers, anything and everything disposable). Throwing away half the trash bag roll when taking out the trash because gently caress it all to hell and you can never loving find the right sweet spot to tear a bag out of the roll. Throwing away garbage out of the window of my car because I just dont give a poo poo anymore and deeply detest this place. This world.

Stux posted:

i forgot how long the post was

Stux posted: