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I am about to watch the very last episode of XRA. Just wanted to listen to this as a preparation but ended up actually feeling very emotional about it…

"How do you make a man? A quarter pound of deboned spine, a little salt of the earth, and for lunch, a pinch of paprika of protection. If i was a car, i'd a protector-rari! If a kangar me be, 'tis true, protector-roo."

"A mantra is a soothing sonic reverberation through the throat, but it has no meaning, no significance. It's just the empty gibberitical sounds of soul serenity. Vibrations devoid of implicatorial importance. There's no issues. Don't look for meaning because there is none, OK? Meditation just calms me down."

what doth life? (life,life,life), are we just some fleshy blips in some meaningless stew of cosmic oblivion, or is it vice reversa?

I like to think of Xavier as Salad Finger if it was a full blown comedy. The concept is identical: mentally ill weirdo mutant who talks to himself a lot traverses a desert landscape, meeting different people and making their life worse, as the entire concept of what real and what is not gets thrown out of the window.

Take that! Taste the Pain! Take That

We must ask the ultimate question that quonders questioners everywhere, and every when, What doth Layuf?

PEPPUH

A friend (ship) is a sacred floater, a chemo-thera-sabe-putic bond twixt two "n"s. Cookies "n" beans. Frank "n" cream. Frie"n"ds. I have not supped from the meat cup of having even one chum. But my cronielessness is aboot to die of lonelinessness, for today is the day I make my real first friend.

I've had this on repeat for so long now it's just so beautiful

Why is it so reassuring that there are still recent coments

A friend-ship is a sacred floater, a kemo-thera-sabe putic bond twixt two ‘n’s, like cookies ‘n’ beans, frank ‘n’ cream, friends. I’ve never supped from the meat cup of having even one chum, but my crony-less-ness is aboot to die of loneliness-ness, for today is the day I make my first real friend.

Its so beautiful

Self… hmph. I don’t buy it! And you say to me SELF! *helicopter crashes into building full of people* hmm, yeah. Self! I got bigger fish to fry..

they say when you die you shit your pants, not me, when i die i will shit my heart

I'm crying

Reminds me to the finale theme of Yume Nikki

Nobody likes a sour note, but we all like sour fruit. Lemons were selectively bred from oranges and citrons. Life did not give us lemons, we give life to lemons, because the ears of our mouth enjoy consuming what the mouth in our ears do not.

It's the notes he is not playing

Fate, Destiny, Fatestinatey. These words are thrown around like tennis balls. Well I eat balls for breakfast.

I wanted this, but never looked for it, I needed this, but never could have it.. until now...

Instead of taco tuesdays how about we just talk, ohhhh

Fruitatta! I didn't know I needed this in my life... life... life... but now we have it. Shoutout to the fellow Xavier watchers out there. We're survivors... a dying breed.

*WHAT DOTH LİFE?*

This theme is chaotic relaxing

Man, I wish we had more episodes of this...

Life... I suppoze you could say it started when I was a kid.

When you roll a 1 but you have a minus 2 so your wisdom roll loops back around to the highest possible number

How I feel after saying “there’s always next time” instead of raging and breaking my controller after losing a ranked match

ages have gone and the question is a simple as the day it was conceived by the first man birthed into humanity. No other question illicit more philosophical significance that connects every Indvidual to their own purpose in a world without meaning.... WHAT.... DOTH.... LIIYEEFF

"They say when you die, you shit your pants, but not me. I'm gonna shit my heart."

SHOPPING (SHOPPING)

Im a survivor were a dying breed

What doth life?

This blows ducks; tear ducts

I just realized that Xavier is a botched version of the word SAVIOR. This show acts immeasurably stupid, but the fact that there are so many thoughtful details is the best reason who this show is still as powerful as it is

“now the chaser becomes the choser”

"What a beautiful theme song, I wonder what the show is like."

The logo is so clean

life... you could say it started when i was a kid

‘fate, destiny, fatestinady. people toss those words around like tennis balls. well i eat balls for breakfast.”

17/Dic/23 Ayer termine este extraño y curioso show. La mejor manera que lo desciribiria seria: Puto show todo jodido, extremadamente extraño, hecho en drogas, cuestionable, viaje acido en esteroides como me encanta. Ahora que me pongo a pensar este show junto con Kill La Kill me pone como la escena de la fiesta de Shorty en Scary movie 1: "Oye..., es lo más enfermo que he visto (se empieza a reir alegremente y al mismo tiempo descontroladamente)"

"You slumber, a cucumber."

ITS ALWAYS THE DESERT PART

"Every luxury has a deep price. Every indulgence, a cosmic cost. Each fiber of pleasure you experience causes equivalent pain somewhere else. This is the first law of emodynamics. Joy can be neither created nor destroyed. The balance of happiness is constant. Fact: Every time you eat a bite of cake, someone gets horsewhipped. Facter: Every time two people kiss, an orphanage collapses. Factest: Every time a baby is born, an innocent animal is severely mocked for its physical appearance. Don't be a pleasure hog. Your every smile is a dagger. Happiness is murder. Vote "yes" on Proposition 1321. Think of some kids. Some kids." "Unload your troubles unto me, even if it's tough to swallow. I'm used to swallowing huge loads." “What doth life?”

the chooser has become the chost..😊

Besos desde Francia

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