Epic human being.
Take the best, fuck the rest.
Dear Human Beings of Planet Earth,
I have been fed more than enough of your bullshit.
I am full.
I am fed up.
To the back teeth.
If I am fed anymore I will explode.
I CANNOT TAKE ANYMORE OF YOUR SHIT!
“If you encounter this shirt in the wild, you will want to know; your brain will teem with questions, your instinct will be to get to the bottom of the mystery. But of course, per the shirt, you can’t. You’ll walk away. And you’ll both be lonely and confused and left without closure. But maybe the richer for it.”
"The genre is itself inherently tragic, combining as it does a desperate desire for human connection with a self-protecting defensiveness."