Call me Prometheus the way I gave the gift of fire to that orphanage
Lena Colus' hideout by Kosmic Dungeon
People that work in customer service shudder in fear of the earth devouring worm
everyday I'm super happy that the enormous earth devouring worm still doesn't know how to get to the service yet. I hope he stays lost down there eating fuck all going in random circles until the end of time
I wanna write a 2 paragraph poem Abt this
kindof beautiful the way the light is refracting off my pop tart
Me: -so after it became apparent that ‘retarded’ had become a term of abuse, educators and psychiatrists switched to other terms like ‘handicapped’ or ‘special needs’ in an attempt to -
George Orwell, whom I’ve dragged forward in time with my arcane powers because I’m lonely and want someone to talk to: You have a telephone in your pocket? It listens to you all the time?
Me: Never mind about that, the point is, young people now mock each other by sending the wheelchair emoji - that’s a type of electronic heiroglyph - to suggest mental deficiency and shout SPESHUL!!!! while doing offensive imitations of disabled facial expressions and posture. So any attempt to lexographically make crimethink impossible is pretty much doomed because the meaning of words in everyday conversation can’t be controlled by a dictionary entry, no matter how many Ministry of Truth employees-
Orwell: It reports your location to the telephone company at all times?
In the courtroom straight up adjudicating it