i had a dream last night that i went to the bbc and i wanted to find steven moffat and complain about his writing but when i got to his office there was just a bowl of peas with electrodes connecting it to a typewriter and that explained why the writing is so awful because moffat was literally a bowl of peas
"Ugh! Stupid sci fi movies that are like 'what if you had to pay to be alive?'. Um that's just being disabled! Selling literal minutes of your life as currency? That's just living under capitalism, idiot!"
My love. My dear. My precious baby bird. I am kissing you so gently on the forehead. Please listen to my words.
That is the point.
For the love of god, everyone, please learn the meaning of allegory, I'm dying here.




