Terminator6985
Rohan Israni
New York, New York, United States
If i hate you don't worry, I hate everyone, I just hate some people less
If i hate you don't worry, I hate everyone, I just hate some people less
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2024 年 4 月 30 日 上午 10:34 
chaewon is his wife stay away
2022 年 7 月 27 日 下午 10:14 
so swag
2022 年 6 月 6 日 上午 3:40 
ARE U STILL PLAYING GTA?:steambored:
2022 年 6 月 6 日 上午 3:34 
NO WAY IS THAT BEYONDAIDEN'S BEST FRIEND :steamhappy:
2021 年 5 月 6 日 上午 10:29 
Waluigi is the ultimate example of the individual shaped by the signifier. Waluigi is a man seen only in mirror images; lost in a hall of mirrors he is a reflection of a reflection of a reflection. You start with Mario – the wholesome all Italian plumbing superman, you reflect him to create Luigi – the same thing but slightly less. You invert Mario to create Wario – Mario turned septic and libertarian – then you reflect the inversion in the reflection: you create a being who can only exist in reference to others. Waluigi is the true nowhere man, without the other characters he reflects, inverts and parodies he has no reason to exist. Waluigi’s identity only comes from what and who he isn’t – without a wider frame of reference he is nothing. He is not his own man. In a world where our identities are shaped by our warped relationships to brands and commerce we are all Waluigi.
2021 年 5 月 6 日 上午 10:29 
I used to roll half a bottle of laxative pills into a Crunch wrap supreme and then leave cow pies on peoples door mats. People in my town installed porch cameras to catch the "Phantom S hitter" they said it couldn't possibly be one man, the hits were too frequent and too large. It had to be a whole gang of city punks coordinating and making planned precision strikes. I felt like a god among lesser beings in my town. Every time i was at the local diner and i overheard someone screaming about the black slop they found on their porch i felt powerful and unstoppable. I became too arrogant, started striking during the day. That's when they caught me and strung me up in the streets and hit me with rocks. I barely escaped with my life and i had to leave town. Now after all these years, I'm in a new town and I behave well enough. But I've got this nagging feeling, the urge is back, and I'm starting to think that my new town is about to experience a storm:steamthis: