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robotsandcheesedip · 1 year
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I hate it when bugs bite me. stop reminding me I'm edible
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robotsandcheesedip · 2 years
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robotsandcheesedip · 2 years
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my favorite thing about humans is they will pause, have a random moment of awareness of their mortality and the scale of the universe and the impermanence of reality--and then just go back to doing tasks. i find that endearing actually
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robotsandcheesedip · 2 years
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i have some questions yet i find myself too afraid to seek answers
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robotsandcheesedip · 2 years
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robotsandcheesedip · 2 years
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Find out what major businesses support anti-LGBTQ initiatives
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robotsandcheesedip · 2 years
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The Hague, Netherlands: Spanish street musician Borja Catanesi and the 68 year old dancer from The Hague mr Roland Parijs
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robotsandcheesedip · 2 years
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Consider the god of salmon.
There is a god of salmon, somewhere in the gravel and the pebbles of the spawning redd. All salmon are aware of it as soon as they are born, in their own, private, fishy ways, and remember their god of salmon when they leave the spawning grounds and journey into the saltwaters beyond.
Theirs is the god of journeys and returnings.
Eventually, every salmon is struck by the urge to return to the holy lands of its ancestors. They pray to the god of salmon, asking for protection against bears and other predators on the journey.
“Deliver us from eagles,” the salmon pray.
All animals get their own gods, and those animal gods get their own prayers. The gods of mice and rabbits and other small, squeaking, hunted things usually get prayers along the lines of, “Oh please, oh please, oh please…”
Unlike those fickle gods, parishioners of the god of salmon get results.
Salmon get miracles.
A salmon returns to freshwater and discovers that it can breathe.
A salmon swimming against the current watches its spine curl, its teeth lengthen, sees grey scales turn red.
A salmon comes to a waterfall and discovers that it can fly…
Eventually the salmon complete their pilgrimage, and return to the holy lands of their ancestors.
Many raucous orgies are held.
Hallelujah.
And then, exhausted, the salmon die. The land flourishes as residual nutrients run through creeks and estuaries.
And the god of salmon continues, buoyed on the souls and prayers of millions of martyrs.
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robotsandcheesedip · 2 years
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pick your fighter
the ‘$1000 to go to Hawaii’ bride, the ‘I bought a $99 polygraph on amazon’ lady, or the ‘why was $200 so huge’ birthday girl
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robotsandcheesedip · 2 years
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fyi the point of fucking up your data patterns isnt to avoid suspicion. it’s to make EVERYONE suspicious. same logic as the bloc, pals.  protect your comrades, be suspicious. ESPECIALLY if you aren’t doing anything likely to get you arrested.
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robotsandcheesedip · 2 years
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robotsandcheesedip · 4 years
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My corona-caused unquenchabel thirst for dystopian/postapocalyptic themed books, movies and games has taken me on a wild ride. 
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robotsandcheesedip · 4 years
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Living during a crisis feels like ... this? 
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robotsandcheesedip · 4 years
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Soooo thanks to corona I’m living with cats now for the first time in a while. It’s wild. 
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robotsandcheesedip · 4 years
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people saying that they’re introverted so corona didn’t changed anything big because they stayed inside anyways are unrelatable. 
I only want to stay inside until someone tells me that I have to
I’ve never been a bigger nature enthusiast than now. Never has the desire for fresh air been more burning. I am D I E I N G to go outside. 
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