Anonymous asked:
You're obsessed with the rotting bloated corpse. It's like your Jungkook. Embarassing!
chimpanzeedotcom answered:
Trump tweet
*grabbing you by the hair while you are blindfolded and kneeling* no damnit, thats the phillips-head screwdriver, you can tell because its vibrational aura is two waves, the yin being a half cycle out of phase. try again. place your fingers into the toolbox again, but this time feel with the spirit, not the body
ALTyou dont know nothing about anything bitch
“we live in an uncaring universe” yeah dude and I live in an uncaring house. and I shit in an uncaring toilet. but do you touch an uncaring lover? do you comfort an uncaring child? do you guide to sleep each night a cold and uncaring self?
My success? I owe it to hard work, grit, and the funnel of human suffering that is generational wealth. I came from humble beginnings. I was born in seventeen cities at once as my dead eyed sow of a mother extruded me into the belly of a moving private jet. From there, I was raised in what could only be described as a series of private compounds where I was given literally everything my pudding-soft raw meatball of a brain could cogeal into a coherent sentence.
My family was always important to me. I would not be the man I am today without my family's proud history of owning plantations. Yes, I am so horrifically out of touch that I will proudly point to the pallid and incestuous ghouls in my hula-hoop of a family tree, slack-jawed and unaware of how utterly ashamed I should be. In fact, I may even imply that this is aspirational.
When I discovered the petrochemical extraction industry, I knew I had found my dream. My parents bribed me into the best colleges in the country, where I spent the next 20 years of my life pureeing my brain with paychoactives in a hollow attempt to squeeze even a single emotion from the bowl of pureed cauliflower that my brain has become. I graduated top of my class because my parents donated a parking lot.
When I saw my first oil derrick, I experienced something deeper than sexual arousal; a nigh-prophetic sub-primal sensation beating like a drum against my limbic system. I knew it was my destiny to combine the unfathomable violence of my predecessors with the sterile efficiency of late-capitalism. I experienced a waking dream of tar sands packed with writhing human bodies, the turning spear of the derrick thrust into them like the hungry ovipositor of a tarantula hawk wasp.
In order to realize my dream, I knew that I would have to produce neoconservative propaganda videos for children, and post them on YouTube. It is for this reason that I am PROUD to present: Why The Demonic Left Wants To Take Your Sweets And Cakes.
before you post, remember S.T.O.P.!!!!
