Beepety beepety beep!

by phill

No-one’s around at the moment, so I can be a little sillyoutofsorts…

although people might talk.
why do people talk all the time about other people?
you’d think there was something better to talk about

but then again I guess we are all kind of obsessed with ourseeellllves and that leads you to sort of be a bit interested

in other people. if only to see if they’re anything like you.

but then.
yes, indeed.
I don’t think I’ve met a lot of people that are intrinsically like me.

though I don’t think I’ve ever thought that that makes me special in any way.
because it might just be dumb luck that I made it out with no cliches stringing off my placenta
and into my mouth

so much today is dumb luck.
isn’t it weird? don’t you ever wonder?
what it would be like to be born to someone else
entirely. like another world would be open to you
if you had been a different sperm/egg combination
out of millllllions in the world.

but

then

you

can’t

really

imagine

it can you because in imagining it you impress your own thoughts and feelings into what it would be like – but they wouldn’t exist if you had been a different person.

(personally I do it just to mindfuck myself)

I just drew something really cool in mspaint
it was a dragon dog biting off the head of an oyster with bug-eye stalks. and the oyster’s blood formed a telephone which the dragon-dog’s mum was using to tell the dog that it was time for dinner.

IRONY! YESSSSSSSS! or myabe just weird-ony. perhaps the latter. i’d show you it but it’ssssss too much effort.

it’s reading time methinks.

bye allllll

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