Its an 8lb slab of meat that is powered by irregular pulses of electricity to make sauces
Some people make more bad sause than good sauce, that's called clinical depression
this post was submitted on 02 Jul 2023
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I thought brains weighed closer to three pounds for everyone.
Yeah, that sounds right. My 8lb slab of meat is elsewhere.
I base my whole life on what this electrical meat decides
We are but slaves to the meat.
I base my life on the sounds people make when they flap their meat at each other.
The mind is a slice of an abstract world inside a concrete world, it's naturally alien to the universe, of course it acts weird
memes that make me crave the certainty of steel