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minus-squaredrolex@sopuli.xyzlinkfedilinkarrow-up82arrow-down1·4 months agoFinally some fad I can identify with, except I’m not a girl. And I’m not pretty. And I’m not Syndrome. But everybody treats me like gold (I’m heavy and malleable)
minus-squareVaalaVasaVarde@sopuli.xyzlinkfedilinkarrow-up36·4 months agoIf you are good at inventing doomsday weapons, you could become Syndrome!
minus-squaredon@lemm.eelinkfedilinkarrow-up11arrow-down1·4 months ago And I’m not Syndrome. You could become Syndrome!
minus-squareink@sh.itjust.workslinkfedilinkarrow-up19·4 months agoWe could ALL become Syndrome! And when everyone is Syndrome, no one will be…
minus-squareSpaceCowboy@lemmy.calinkfedilinkarrow-up3·4 months agoBut when one is Syndrome then anyone can become Syndrome! It would be a psychological repeating pattern of behavior. I think there’s a term for this, but it’s just not coming to me right now.
minus-squareAceCephalon@pawb.sociallinkfedilinkarrow-up2·4 months agoIs that term Memes, the DNA of the soul?
minus-squareBigFig@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up19·4 months agoHey baby are you gold? Cause I wanna pack you away in fort Knox surrounded by guards never to be seen again by most human eyes
Finally some fad I can identify with, except I’m not a girl. And I’m not pretty. And I’m not Syndrome. But everybody treats me like gold (I’m heavy and malleable)
If you are good at inventing doomsday weapons, you could become Syndrome!
We could ALL become Syndrome!
And when everyone is Syndrome, no one will be…
But when one is Syndrome then anyone can become Syndrome!
It would be a psychological repeating pattern of behavior. I think there’s a term for this, but it’s just not coming to me right now.
Is that term Memes, the DNA of the soul?
Hey baby are you gold? Cause I wanna pack you away in fort Knox surrounded by guards never to be seen again by most human eyes