it’s been said but there is something magical about the writing ability of the tumblr userbase. it’s monkeys with typewriters of course but with the wisdom-of-crowds weight-guessing phenomenon on top. the pure synaptic delight of a phrase like “this idiot hasn’t seen Goncharov” or “girl what kind of interview is this”. “his wife has filled his house with chintz” probably has a thesis written on it in a linguistics program somewhere by now. blöro, blorbo, horse plinko, bode. that’s pussy babe! put the pussy in a scarmophagus. suck a blood clot out them mfs like los feratu. lots of O and R sounds. oughh. we are in a low and gutteral era of memes, totally appropriate for the universal fatigue, the lowness of daily existence. every day on this website i read some effortless sentence that triggers the neuroverbal part of my brain with something like ASMR and in seven years i will spontaneously remember the phrase “nosferatu pussy indulgence” and start laughing so hard i hurt myself
