representing myself in a case against the concept of a trillionaire:
We accept the idea implicitly. Its a logical progression. ‘Trillionaire.’ But let me ask you this. What's really ‘Trill,’ Your ‘Honaire?’
Judge: Damn. That's good. I sentence you to 1 years of saying dope shit
“My love is an empty shell,” was that what she had said? I just can't understand her
Understand her words, from and like an open mouth
Tasting where and what I am
I'm just some blood in the water
Of some thing that once bled
“Unleash the Warjesters.”
“But Sir–”
“–Ma'am.”
“Ma'am–”
“–Miss.”
“Ok. (pinching brow) Miss, they'll be slaughtered.”
“Then we shall have the last laugh.”
mrfigureditout: My interiority has prestiged a thousand times. I'm empty now but I'm more full in my emptiness than I was at my fullest.
all_vessel_presley: oh yeah Well I have prestiged a thousand and one times
praetorNaturals: one thousand two
(after three beers) Do you guys ever feel sorta.. empty? Like you're housing a malevolent entity as a passenger in your body but have no identity or will of your own
Friend 1: you're probably just a husk man
Friend 2: vessel alert
The other day I passed out at the apogee of pleasure and, as I regained consciousness, witnessed a fully formed Cumunculus sprinting out of my home. Into the night