Oko†Channel!

holy...

1:55

I'm at a loss for words. Among the countless degenerates of the internet, all tirelessly dedicating their talents to the noble pursuit of drawing anime girls' feet, this particular masterpiece has left me utterly nauseated. The precision. The craftsmanship. The obsessive attention to every contour, every angle, every infinitesimal detail. One could scarcely believe it was not the work of Leonardo da Vinci himself, resurrected solely to devote his genius to this most questionable of subjects. Indeed, I dare say that the greatest painters in history, Michelangelo, Raphael, Rembrandt, would weep upon beholding such a work. Not from envy, nor from admiration, but from the crushing realization that centuries of artistic progress have culminated in this.

in this exact moment, the elections of the next brazilian president is taking place. I'm listening people screaming and honking at the streets, in favor of Flavio Bolsonaro. Lula is (apparently) losing this time. I don't really care about anything like that, for me... they are both Moloch and Baal. The dude I voted actually lost, Renan Santos with only 2%

I'm smoking at my balchony right now, watching the people scream for their favorite candidate... I live in the south, so the great majority are pro Flavio Bolsonaro(right wing) I feel numb, like it's just another day, nothing important going on, I'm more concerned about the stuff I need to deliver at my job this week. I wish I had hope for policians like these people. Even the policians are lying, living life without hope in anyone is deplorable.

people hate me just for being cute and pretty...

everyone is leaving me... and the worst people are coming.... it's... over

GREETINGS gay people! heterosexuals, hello... I guess...

In this economy, everyone is gay. This is an opinion I deeply believe in. In weeb circles, where women are scarce, men tend to be overly cute and supportive toward their mutuals, almost taking on the role of being the feminine, nurturing presence. Is it some sort of coping mechanism? I dunno, but I’ve noticed it a lot. It feels like: “if no woman is going to be nice to me or to my beloved friends, then I must be cute and supportive toward them in the way I wish some girl would be.”