Fred Perry has never actually seen another human being, I'm assuming. His understanding of anatomy seems to derive from a series of photos of Preying Mantis he saw in a magazine one time.
What is the self, if not a ripple on eternity’s surface, a trembling wave that mistakes itself for the ocean? Heraclitus told us, “No man ever steps in the same river twice,” yet the greater paradox is that no river ever steps in the same man—our consciousness is the cosmos staring back at itself, trapped in the illusion of separateness. Nietzsche declared “God is dead,” but in the silence that followed, Dostoevsky warned that “if God does not exist, everything is permitted,” and so we stand on the precipice: either we drown in nihilism, or we become the gods we mourn.
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When you cant even say, my name.
Has the memory gone?
Are you feeling numb?
What the dawg doin?
NAH THE MUNSTERS IS CRAZY DAWG
yo what yall know about abiotic factor
Okay just what the fucked reality are those fucking positions
Fred Perry has never actually seen another human being, I'm assuming. His understanding of anatomy seems to derive from a series of photos of Preying Mantis he saw in a magazine one time.
Goth 3 way ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
Damn, Fred! This is FANTASTIC!
I smell cadmium
Jesus! You know it's a good game when it breaks Steam!
(Only real ones will know what I'm talking about)
Silksong?
Yup!
I approve of this
Fuck You!
Fuck France!
Fuck Russia
Fuck Trump
Thank you!
Silksong tomorrow
YEAH BUDDY
Yep, knew it. Lydia 4-D Chessed her way into a sloppy threeway.
why do they look like aliens. and how in the fuck is she pulling off those positions?
Fred Perry and Fred Perry
Why did her nipples turn white
What is the self, if not a ripple on eternity’s surface, a trembling wave that mistakes itself for the ocean? Heraclitus told us, “No man ever steps in the same river twice,” yet the greater paradox is that no river ever steps in the same man—our consciousness is the cosmos staring back at itself, trapped in the illusion of separateness. Nietzsche declared “God is dead,” but in the silence that followed, Dostoevsky warned that “if God does not exist, everything is permitted,” and so we stand on the precipice: either we drown in nihilism, or we become the gods we mourn.
You are something the whole universe is doing, in the same way that a wave is something the whole ocean is doing
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