Unabashedly pretentious musings on noise, shitposting, and other cultural forces.
Every single object in the entire world makes sound if you whack it hard enough.
Since this show came out last year it no longer matters and is dead to me and the rest of the world. I spit on it’s grave and will never speak of it again. Except for all of the times that I do.
It was the easiest way for me to start this post while simultaneously flexing the fact that I have read a book.