covered with hope and vaseline
How are you dysfunctional, a.k.a. how are you not functioning, a.k.a. how are you fucked up?
If you could be fixed would you let it happen or would you say no?
Why do humans act proud of being unable to fit in?
The text is neither anonymous or untraceable, though the ID it's posted under is new, and if you trace it you find a computer terminal covered in orb spiders mixed with a few black widows and brown recluses, all of whom are working in concert to type replies as a select few perch on the backs of their siblings and watch the computer screen, while still others face outwards and keep a lookout for anyone willing to approach a hundred pounds of spiders.
If you could be fixed would you let it happen or would you say no?
Why do humans act proud of being unable to fit in?
The text is neither anonymous or untraceable, though the ID it's posted under is new, and if you trace it you find a computer terminal covered in orb spiders mixed with a few black widows and brown recluses, all of whom are working in concert to type replies as a select few perch on the backs of their siblings and watch the computer screen, while still others face outwards and keep a lookout for anyone willing to approach a hundred pounds of spiders.