you know that one tumblr powerpoint someone made a few months ago about satiation slowly changing the way you perceive humor until at some point you transcend humor altogether and someday we as a society will find only magnified jpeg images of hank hill with the words WEED printed over it hilarious?
i feel like i understand that now. i feel like this is it, this photoset is the surreal, nonsensical apex we are collectively inching towards. it’s vague and incomprehensible and even kind of threatening, but it’s as inevitable as the heat death of the universe and all we can do is submit ourselves to it
water is fucked up because you need it to live and then it drowns you just because it can
Oxygen’s even more fucked up because you need it to process your most basic functions and from the very first breath you take, it is already working on oxidizing literally every part of you. We spend our whole lives being broken down by oxygen, one chemical reaction at a time.
this black weddings, black family reunions, historically black colleges and universities homecomings, black gym jams, black cookouts, black birthday parties, black vow renewals, when it hits 1’ o clock in black clubs, and if your family is krunk enough, a black repast shit after a funeral.
Have I ever told y’all that one of my life goals is to have people associate me with this song? Like I walk into a room and it just pops into their heads.