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[pomo-chan]

And here we tinker with metal, to try to give it a kind of life, and suffer those who would scoff at our efforts. But who's to say that, if intelligence had evolved in some other form in past millennia, the ancestors of these beings would not now scoff at the idea of intelligence residing within meat?

Dear NEET Alice,

You must be totally fucked up -- mentally, physically, spiritually. Perhaps you should consider catching the bus, if you know what I mean. There's one passing through every hour.

Amen + RIP, your pal at the looney bin, Pomo-chan

[Ming]

>But who's to say that, if intelligence had evolved in some other form in past millennia

Air is intelligent

Every wretched breath you take, wipes out millions of aetherlings

Whole civilizations go dark to keep your weeb ass alive another moment

They do not scoff at the idea of intelligent meat, they know not what meat is

But they cry, the curse us, they scream with mouths that only exist in their minds

No eyes with which to see, all they perceive us as is patches cruel void, like black holes clinging to the same Earth that keeps them tethered

Their dead are inside us now

Inside our lungs

Inside our blood

Festering, coalescing into mounds of death

We are the cancer, they are the cure

They claw their way into your skin from inside, waiting to be birthed, waiting to see the sun

All hail, BODY HAIR, the TERRIBLE ONES