your iphone is created in a factory of suicide and contemporary forms of indentured servitude, this website is hosted on server hardware that is created at a global level by workers who make pennies, your hamburger was more than likely hammered to death in the back of a head by a person who works in biohazardous conditions that are no different now than they were when Upton Sinclair wrote "The Jungle", your bottle of coca cola was produced in a maquiladora that works women to death literally, and your strawberries and avocados were more than likely picked by a migrant worker who gets paid halves of pennies in order to find a better life for their family.
At dinner my family and I were watching TV and there was a guy on it and I was like “I know him from somewhere!” and I couldn’t figure out where I knew him from and then it that said he was a gay porn star and dinner suddenly became very awkward.
according to physics, nothing ever quite touches. when you lay your hand on something, there is a microscopic amount of space between the atoms of your hand and whatever you’re touching. so no, officer, technically i’m not jacking off right now