st when i thought i’ve had enough, the storm that is the shitposting continues. everytime i think that i’ve reached my peak, my maximum capability of handling the endless memes thrown at me, i’m assaulted further by this neverending flow of eye emojis, 👌 emojis, apple juice jokes and big, MEATY COCKS, and my heart is prepared to give out. we have now reached the point where i feel nothing — everything is merely a concept made up by human beings to try and explain away our wholly meaningless existence. i can smell colors. i can taste sound. gender is a lie and happiness is a myth. to live is to suffer