worst pain imaginable
Telling the substitute teacher the wrong names: a classic. Telling the substitute teacher you are so old and born again every day, that ten thousand names could never define you, that you’re a shadowed mass swirling forth from jupiter, that your father is time and your mother is death, that you’ll swallow any scream of hers as you grow larger and ever larger: a super classic, king of the school, no homework ever.
spawned from this
the habitual rebranding of non-white people/queer people/women fighting for their own rights as “SJWs” and then attacking this now-genderless/sexless/orientationless/raceless and therefore inoffensive, impersonal mass of humanity is one of the more ingenious forms of bigotry i’ve seen people get away with
The man who will kill Griffith.