Matty

Matty. 29. Anarchist communist. He/him/they/them. Recovering alcoholic.

[curseofmeatthawsmoth]

Anarchist. Musician. Amateur religious scholar. Sexual. Bi. Alcoholic attempting recovery.

[curseofmeatthawsmoth]

[curseofmeatthawsmoth]

"We do not argue about whether property is greedy or not, if masters are good or bad, if the State is paternal or despotic, if laws are just or unjust, if courts are fair or unfair, if the police are merciful or brutal. When we talk about property, State, masters, government, laws, courts and police, we say only we don’t want any of them." - Luigi Galleani

[curseofmeatthawsmoth]

Truly sorry that we either live in such a reactionary period or Leftists are so starved for community (or both) that people are praising evangelical megachurches and recommending Rick Warren books. I have never looked at any Leftist club or organization and thought, "You know, the issue here is that it isn't ENOUGH like a church"

"weekly experiences of collective effervescence"

Those are certainly all words.

What evangelical megachurches actually do extremely well: bilk members out of 10% of their income in tithe money, not counting freewill offerings and other pledges and donations. Every once in a while some bright spark suggests something like this and it never occurs to them that organizational strategies meant to encourage superstition, insularity, & a lack of critical thought MIGHT not be great for an organization that claims to value freedom & equality.

[curseofmeatthawsmoth]

A wino we called Charley had a picture That he wore around his neck upon a chain but you couldn't see the face in Charley's picture just long brown hair and a poem in the frame

We tried and tried to see old Charley's picture But we couldn't even tempt him with the wine His shaky hands would tightly grip the picture And he'd recite the poem one more time: You grace this frame, the picture of perfection While I'm the perfect picture of disgrace Upon your name, I swear until I'm worthy I forbid my eyes to look upon your face Old Charley froze to death one Sunday morning We found him and I guess you know the rest Someone removed the poem from his picture And the chilling truth lay framed upon his chest

As I knelt down beside his body The picture lay there before my anxious eyes And with trembling lips, I whispered the words of Charley's poem As I stared into the face of Jesus Christ You grace this frame, the picture of Perfection While I'm the perfect picture of disgrace And upon Your name, I swear until I'm worthy I forbid my eyes to look upon Your face

[curseofmeatthawsmoth]

[enchantedbook]

"Innamorato della Luna" (In Love with the Moon) Antonio Rubino, 1907

[caliphsmegmafactory]

[oneheadtoanother]

[creepycrag]

If you remember being a teenager you're a creep because you straight up saw yourself naked back then. The only way to be righteous is to obliterate your mind with drugs until you can't remember anything

[maruposting]

[goslinggf]

[petruchio]

im literally always saying this

[tumbwr]

[tumbwr]

music is literally so songs as fuck and dont you forget it

[themysteriousmurasamecastle]

hey.. two people were asking about you… so i gave them your address and phone number… their names were Skeletal Warrior and Skeletal Ice Mage

[quasi-normalcy]

Mel Brooks on taking studio notes:

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf in a diary entry dated 30 June 1919, from The Diary of Virginia Woolf: Vol. I 1915-1919