This Machine Kills AI

It's fun reading writers who clearly grew up in suburban/urban environments as someone who grew up on a farm because they're always like "oh it was so creepy, woods at night, eerily breathtaking, something was living in there..." and it's like yeah that'll be the deer.

He's never happy

Hey imagine that after you die and god comes to tell you that yeah you can go to heaven but you gotta find your way yourself

Like no one will tell you where to go or how to find the gate or whatever

There is no one around that you can see and you don’t know where you are since everything around you looks like an endless white void

“ummmmm ur bra strap is showing :/ ”

excitement