"MY FANS could be here" he thought, "I've never been on this social medium before. There could be MY FANS anywhere." The cool wind felt good in his white fur. "I HATE MY FANS" he thought. Sibelius reverberated his entire car, making it pulsate even as the $11 craft porter circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of fans misinterpreting his ideas. "With five podcasts, you can say anything you want" he said to himself, out loud.

@yockeypuck@poa.st crying

@borzoi@poa.st @yockeypuck@poa.st i literally did not understand the meme until i saw your comment. small brain gang gang

@yockeypuck@poa.st if I hear someone misuse the term humiliation ritual or hyperreality one more time I'm going to freak

@borzoi@poa.st @bw20k@neckbeard.xyz @yockeypuck@poa.st is this ritual humiliation?

@bw20k@neckbeard.xyz @yockeypuck@poa.st I've been using "hyperreality" for months without knowing what it actually means, and nobody's caught on yet. The perfect example of hyperreality.