Those who aren't we will sacrifice to the skies

The year is 2026, your pizza is made of cauliflower. Your rice? Cauliflower. Your spouse calls your cauliflower phone. You answer. She’s been replaced with cauliflower.

Dear lord. The Cauliflower Man is arriving. I am horrified

By the age of 40, you should have: - A Tribe that worships you - Numerous favourite spoons, and a rusty one - the amoeba - A deleted twitter account - One rabid squirrel you use instead of a washcloth - A gem you can press firmly to the forehead and chant to the dark heavens to about Earl Grey

Cats are seemingly prevalent on this platform, and that's completely fine with me. Have a Nugget this time 🥰

i don’t need therapy i need a gun

he gon get u

to establish my role as resident awesome pixel artist here is some pixels