A featherless biped
CommissarVulpin
THEN THE WINGED HUSSARS ARRIVED
The clock strikes five
I start to laugh
I’m taking a shit
On time and a half
The postwar attitude towards food was somewhat different than ours today. Back then, processed food was seen as a technological marvel, a symbol of man’s mastery over nature. Fortified bread meant your kids could get their essential nutrients. Any kind of vegetable could be found in a can - no more reliance on whatever was in season. Everything a housewife could need was pre-packaged, condensed, powdered, canned, or frozen. Processed food was advertised as tastier, healthier, and easier to prepare. Food companies would publish recipes like this, which were basically just “toss a can of this and a can of that together for an easy meal!”
“But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security”
You could experiment with astrophotography, maybe try and catch some star trails with it.
Everyone has to slow down so they can point and laugh.
There’s also Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. Can’t philosophize if you’re freezing to death.
Seems kinda techno-eldritch
The guy who did it made six million dollars, so who’s being mocked here
If my body doesn’t like having so much sugar in it then why does it fucking crave it all the time
Isn’t that normal? My car’s wiring is grounded to the chassis, and I don’t have my wipers coming on every time I turn on the headlights