this movie reminded me of two things:

1. this one time i was on shrooms and somehow ended up on a twitch stream by a user named "lil cocksucker" and he was just some like 19 year old kid in a shitty bedroom with his mattress pushed up against the wall getting drunk off a handle of jack and doing yo yo tricks and giving weird dating advice to no one. i started interacting with him and getting him to say or do weird shit and then he put this like, deep bass barry white chopped and screwed vocal filter on his voice and started like, vaguely rapping, so i was like "do a freestyle dude" and somehow got this…

Watched this again after just a couple days and I’m gonna write out some thoughts to keep myself from making a stupid twitter thread! 

On a second watch I cried about how happy the ending to Casey’s story is. The first time the ending gave me chills, I feared for Casey and was terrified of JLB, but the second time it’s clear that it’s bullshit. He’s inventing a worlds fair fiction where casey gets help and gets “better” and forgives him. In reality, Casey’s boundaries are powerful and inspiring. They make cool art online and have fun having scary interactions with strangers. They enjoy the game, and once JLB crosses their boundaries it’s no longer fun, they disappear and don’t…