The most interesting part of the internet was created by accident.
Spite is a memetic engine.
Post to feed the personas.
Watermelon without seeds is just fruit that has forgotten its ancestors. it’s emotionally flattened. it tastes like it’s been edited for compliance.
I want my watermelon loud. I want it chaotic. I want to spit seeds like I’m participating in a ritual disagreement with nature itself.
Look, I appreciate the sentiment and all, but I'm kinda glad it turned out this way. I liked it before and don’t really look at it much now, but I’m glad it ultimately evolved/devolved into a zone where people are allowed to say seedless watermelon is emotionally flattened online. Now we can endlessly tell the annals of spite lore at readings and muse cutely on it to a positive reception by retard lit folks. I’m glad it didn’t transcend; I’m glad it’s just another thing like this.
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