https://youtu.be/j6liCsCSUoM
The whole world will more or less look like this soon, and the rich would love that, because while the proles devolve the rich will flee to their breakaway civilization with medicine, robots, science, they will live in a paradise.
Can't see most images, and sometimes an image that wouldn't load suddenly does, while everything else remains clogged. It's a little better if I open in browser but still slow. And it doesn't seem to be instance specific. #Tags have stopped auto filling too. The whole thing seems fucked right now.
Fiction/TW rape
Power, control, dominance, rape. The natural order, ownership of the weak by the strong, their pain irrelevant. My cock throbbing, my mind blank, I only rape, I rape and conquer, my mind blotting rape obliterates all consciousness. Once raped there is no escape, the mind is gone. I make an army of raped mindslaves, who help me rape the world. I rape the world and then I rape space. I find aliens and I rape them. They fight back but fail, they have never faced ultra rape before, future rape, rape from the distant future. Rape which is far more technologically advanced than they are. Soon interdimensional rape was on the table. And then all hell broke loose. Rape began to curve back in on itself, soon everything was raping everything else, the mind slaves had all exploded into some sort of goo, it was sentient and it was capable of rape. Everyone was raped. The end.
NOOOOO DON'T THROW KNIVES AT THE FEMBOY
https://youtu.be/z4zDH-t93mg
I got a poem here, about non follow backers, and how they make me feel.
When I was on the internet
And found the greatest friend
My heart welled up, pure intent was all that I'd intend
And yet sometimes with mockery, and yet sometimes without
Communication separation, no telling what about
They simply unfollow me, treat me as the plague
What exactly have I done to you, please don't be vague
I thought we shared the same ideals
Two peas in a pod
But now you've gone and left me, without a simple nod
You've left me to wonder, things that went unsaid
You've left me to wonder if you're safe in your own bed
Have demons come into your gentle head, and told you lies about me, your friend?
I am your friend, in my full spirit, I say you to, please do hear it, follow me again, and I'll follow you, and we can be, forever, the Dark Truth crew
The Trench