I'm finding the idea of DISCONNECTION appealing today. If there was a plug feeding my brainstem into my body I would RIP THAT SHIT OUT. Time to stop thinking, time to quit the internet, time to reject intellect and embrace hedonism and fuck chicks on piles of trash just to relish the slick sensation of banana peels sliding under our asses while contracting about a thousand obscure diseases.
fauxton:
Ow. Or yow. Or something.