the year is 2066. physical contact has been outlawed. hug dealers tenderly embrace people in the dead of night and shady people hold hands in dark streets
i want to read this novel
I want to write this novel.
I want to edit this novel.
Sounds like we have a plan.
I want to produce the movie
I’m directing the porn parody
I’m buying the porn parody
I ACCIDENTALLY HIT THE WRONG THING WHEN EDITING A GIF OF A SLOTH AND IT’S FLASHING WHITE BETWEEN THE FRAMES
IT LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING HORROR MOVIE
BLINK AND AT SOME POINT YOU WILL DIE
THEY ARE SLOW. SLOWER THAN YOU CAN EVER IMAGINE.
my theater teacher has this hanging above his desk