okay i just thought "how the fuck do they know if something's not safe for epileptics like do they test it?"
and then i imagined people sit an epilepsy sufferer infront of a flashing image and leave em alone for a few minutes and come back and the persons writhing around on the floor and they just sigh and cross something out on a clipboard
and i laughed and i shouldn't have
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my crappy, existential thoughts dump
Randomnote from the far future, in much better times; consider this book a diary, an archive, a live day by day biography- of the lowest point of my life so far. draw entertainment from it, by all means, but take it as a warning, of all the bad that comes...
