
blake kathryn
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Tw: su1c7de, depressioj
Live a lonesome half-life, then fade away in obscurity, tidying up the joint with your silence.
OR:
Go find a jagged rock and clench it, fast and tight so as to blur distinctions between fist and rock. Look deep into your abandonment and find its rageful corners, the abandonment that started from the start and bled all over the future so that "poor you" shifted seamlessly into "it's your responsibility." You're hurtling 300 mph into a midlife with no illusions and ample space for all your echoes; you feel the rush. Your whole body is buzzing like a headless chicken. Heart beating like all the car crashes in all the freeways all at once. Ride, submit to the frenzied friend that's stalked your ear with grim suggestions and bolt the rock down heavy on your neck. Some passersby shriek at a free anatomy lesson as neck muscles and sinew lay exposed. Alone for most of it, but finally an anguish shared.
I had a really nice dream that showed me 5 seconds of the one thing I've been aching for the last 33 years. I'm not sure whether I'm grateful to be shown that I can still feel it or bitter that it was waved in my face just to be snatched away.
I don't have much do to be done, so here's my last hope. I think I want to outmaneuver my resistance, apply myself to actually learning music composition, write music that sounds like watching that dream from the wrong side of the glass, and then accept my fate, take it tedious.
Why because I like astrology and I like the way you write. So just wanted to know your sign lol. Nothing serious.
Well thank you for the nice words about my writing UwU however I will not be revealing my star sign at this time
When is your birthday?
why
Where are you from?
Land of the free, home of the Whopper 🍔🇺🇸🍔🇺🇸🍔🇺🇸🍔🇺🇸🍔🇺🇸🍔
Lockheed Martin F-35A Lightning II United States Air Force 🇺🇸
How I assume you feel posting pictures of fighter jets:
Few tragedies rank higher for me in the annals of human error than the young man who settles into some extremism that hijacks everything of their spirit, their personhood, all in an effort to stave off the void. $u1c7de bombers, irredentists, dentists (just kidding), even just finance bros who never pick up the paintbrush again because everything short of status and material success begins to appear hollow one day.
The hollowness, the void is as real as anything else in life. It takes you and you become a half deflated balloon, limp and roaming an endless forest with no animals — only their far-away growls. Religion has been the Walmart of meaning for so long, serving billions of people with its far-reaching and efficient supply chains to quench that emptiness. But all it takes is a quick survey of history to realize it never soothed the human soul. I sometimes wonder if monks and saints weren't just people with an especially keen sensitivity to the void, and who therefore coped that much harder with the only meaning structure at hand.
I was on a walk when I saw a fat-ass squirrel 🐿️ dining on a juicy-looking acorn with these tweaked-out jackhammer nibbles. He was going to town. Then he saw me and fucking dropped everything he was doing, going from raising hell on that acorn to "statue at the louvre" mode in record time. I felt so fucking bad cuz I ruined this mfers meal like bro don't stop bc of me dawg 😭😭I don't mean to give you a heart attack I'm just trying to get my steps in
Promised fun facts about bumblebees
(I refuse to source this because I was sourcing graphs for the last hour, my main source is the book A Sting in The Tale by an entomologist Dave Goulson.)
Male bumblebees have only mothers, while female bumblebees have both fathers and mothers. This is caused by the fact that an unfertilized bumblebee egg will always be a male while a fertilized bumblebee egg will always be a female. In humans, sex determination is done via sex chromosomes. In bumblebees, it's done via fertilizing/not fertilizing an egg. It leads to interesting stuff like the fact that opposite-sex bumblebee offspring aren't related in the same way I'm related to my brother. They're related like cousins are because they share less genes, since the male doesn't have a father, while the female does. It also means that females have been selected to care about their female siblings more than about their male siblings, since ensuring their closest relatives' survival is beneficial for ensuring survival of their genes. This is why all bumblebee hives are all-female, and the males live like 2 months and are kicked out :(. It also means that the ratio of male and female bumblebees isn't roughly 1:1 like it's among most vertebrates, it's heavily skewed towards females.
If you see a fat ass bumblebee fly near the ground in early spring, chances are that it's a queen.
They have a pretty high body temperature for an invertebrate (30 to 44C°, which is 86 to 111 F for the Americans).
European bumblebees (Bombus terrestris) are an invasive species in Tasmania :(. It's impossible to track how they got there, by the way. The most likely possibility is that a bumblebee queen accidentally made a nest on a ship.
They're also insanely cute and adorable and I love them so much.
Do not be retarded and do not philosophically or otherwise apply this info to humans in any way, I'm serious. Bumblebees are only very distantly related to us.
Next time I see a male bee try to drink my soda or something I'm gonna shake my head and say "fatherless behavior right there"
I spilled my coffee thanks to you because I laughed, I think I'm gonna sue you for it.
Huehuehuehuehue
Promised fun facts about bumblebees
(I refuse to source this because I was sourcing graphs for the last hour, my main source is the book A Sting in The Tale by an entomologist Dave Goulson.)
Male bumblebees have only mothers, while female bumblebees have both fathers and mothers. This is caused by the fact that an unfertilized bumblebee egg will always be a male while a fertilized bumblebee egg will always be a female. In humans, sex determination is done via sex chromosomes. In bumblebees, it's done via fertilizing/not fertilizing an egg. It leads to interesting stuff like the fact that opposite-sex bumblebee offspring aren't related in the same way I'm related to my brother. They're related like cousins are because they share less genes, since the male doesn't have a father, while the female does. It also means that females have been selected to care about their female siblings more than about their male siblings, since ensuring their closest relatives' survival is beneficial for ensuring survival of their genes. This is why all bumblebee hives are all-female, and the males live like 2 months and are kicked out :(. It also means that the ratio of male and female bumblebees isn't roughly 1:1 like it's among most vertebrates, it's heavily skewed towards females.
If you see a fat ass bumblebee fly near the ground in early spring, chances are that it's a queen.
They have a pretty high body temperature for an invertebrate (30 to 44C°, which is 86 to 111 F for the Americans).
European bumblebees (Bombus terrestris) are an invasive species in Tasmania :(. It's impossible to track how they got there, by the way. The most likely possibility is that a bumblebee queen accidentally made a nest on a ship.
They're also insanely cute and adorable and I love them so much.
Do not be retarded and do not philosophically or otherwise apply this info to humans in any way, I'm serious. Bumblebees are only very distantly related to us.
Next time I see a male bee try to drink my soda or something I'm gonna shake my head and say "fatherless behavior right there"
The problem with language as a tool for communication is that it's a collaborative effort. No matter how much someone hones their speech or writing, for communication to be a success, the other person needs to have a high degree of comprehension and perhaps (some sort of) intelligence. They need to accurately interpret the intended message. To make matters worse, even someone intelligent can misunderstand his interlocutor's meaning if the words contain some sort of incidental cue that triggers a sore spot for him, according to the complex and scaffolded rules informed by personal history. Misunderstandings are everywhere.
So, accurate communication between people is not just a matter of linguistic sophistication but a social intelligence that can never ever be as precise as other tools, since the variation between people's social intelligence & hangups rest on factors like cultural context, mental health, personal history, subculture, neurodivergence and even mood.
Example of communication going wrong: your partner just bought you a necklace. You love it. A week later, you see your friend with her new necklace on. You say, "oh my goodness that has to be among the top 5 most beautiful pieces of jewelry I've ever seen. I have stars in my eyes!" Now, depending on your partner's personality, he could 1) assume that his gift to you is among those top 5 or 2) assume that it's not. He could also assume that you're lying to your friend to be nice. He could assume you would never say such a thing if you weren't sure that it wouldn't hurt your feelings, so just the very act of you speaking up means you definitely liked his gift. Or he could assume that you'd NEVER speak up if you cared about his feelings, and just the fact that you're gushing over another piece of jewelry so soon after your gift means that you're subtly communicating that you kind of don't like your gift but you don't want to say it (a common thought from possessive partners who harbor a deep hurt).
The fucked up thing is that all of those are true for different people in different places. Some people really WOULD be petty enough to subtly signal a dislike for their gift by complimenting another necklace. Other people would be so confident that their partner knows his gift was appreciated that they wouldn't feel self conscious at all about complimenting her friend's necklace so effusively. Still others would be self conscious about accidentally signaling that there could be possibly better necklaces out there, that they would keep quiet to not hurt their partner. But the only piece of information communicated here is "I love it! Top 5 pieces of jewelry I've ever seen!" Everything else has to be intuited from previous context, current context, personal understanding of how the world and other people work, etc. The mystery of communication is what makes it sexy and artful, but also what makes it dangerous.
I've noticed that the most insufferable political spaces are those where you need to be clarifying or providing context every 30 seconds so that people around you don't bite. "And so the best thing we can currently do for Africa is to encourage commerce and increase security so that they can have the opportunity to increase their GDP like east asia in the last 50 years.... but of course I'm not saying that colonialism hasn't played a big role in impoverishing the continent. And oh of course I'm not saying that capitalism can't create market failures that need to be accounted for. And oh of course I'm not saying that just because creating positive conditions for commerce is the best thing we can do, that means that charity work isn't needed. And oh of course..." etc. etc. Clarifications are of course (heh) often necessary and I love preemptively giving them myself, but I'm talking about a level of preemptive clarifying that takes up so much space because people know they will be destroyed if they step out of line too much with their particular group's Overton window.
This is why my favorite political spaces are those that are kind of "autistic." Autism can lead to difficulties with intuiting social nuance and subtle meaning. It can also lead to having too much faith that your fellow man won't accidentally take things too personally and can handle the truth. This sort of autistic politics leads to some of my favorite spaces on the internet, like the "change my view" subreddit where people are encouraged to be as accurate and precise as possible and where getting offended in lieu of an actual argument is not welcomed. It's not a coincidence that people are actually amenable to updating their beliefs under precisely those rules of operation. I love literature and poetry and good conversations for their double meanings and mystery etc. but something like politics has been corrupted by a sloppiness in communication. I don't want to talk about politics too much bc the truth is I became jaded by politics like 6 years ago and haven't been keeping up but regardless, politics is one of the best examples for where communication goes wrong in our world.
Deceptive leaders use the corruption and uncertainty in language to their advantage. When Trump talks about sending Iran back to the stone ages or whatever, he's taking advantage of his reputation for being the exact opposite of clear and precise with his words. He's communicating enough reasonable doubt to scare his enemies into making the wrong move, but his reputation also allows him to play with the possibility that it was all just jokes, bro. Well, not jokes but what is perceived to be exaggerated chest puffing. He can have his cake and eat it too because we all know that no one always means exactly what they say and some people even less than that.
tl;dr: there's mystery and beauty and humor in language and that's somehow tied to its own corruption but when accuracy is important, it pays to be autistic.
I welcome a vendetta.
Let forth a man who wants me dead.
Stare me down with tombstone teeth
And promise me my final breath,
Play my wind pipe's final song
Both hands without relent.
Daydream of my mortem post,
Slack jawed river of my spit
Granting you a pleasant scene aeternum.
So much better all this than the
Silent tumors slowly growing for my end.
Or telomeres melting like the ice spike in April,
Right on time for the sun's judgment.
Cowardly fate, waking me from aeternum
Then slowly working for my end,
Automated and soulless conveyor belt of fate,
And I the product lost among a sea like me.
-Art by Julia Soboleva
My body won't cooperate and give me what I need:
My last savior, pleasure so distracted.
Everything as always: limp and numb.
I'll beat that son of a bitch down with a baton
Until it learns.
I'm not staying in this room with myself.
The more I learn about the world, the less I want to be in it
It's Saturday and I'm sprawled out again
Like litter after the Mets lose,
All eaten through, torn.
Great wonderful scintillating distractions happening...
Happening out THERE,
Where no one ever asks for me.
I have the grim duty of keeping score,
And score I keep, though my organs hate it.
They weigh heavy and pull downwards —
They want to reach the core.
Perhaps to burn, perhaps to return.
If there was a customer service number to heaven I'd be the biggest fucking Karen