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generally anti-carceral except for myself, for whom i have built so many prisons

Phantom Piss!

I hear my father’s voice when I untie the whittled knot, I’m trying to keep a memory by tying something elsewhere, but I’m shocked by the things I can hear him say all whilst his body sleeps and his orifice snores.

My account is the Boring Man’s version of a Substack

I imagine I’m adding to an already existing stack of paper but I thought to write down this feeling I just had. Not because it’s much unique but because it feels bland to me.

A popping noise, the kind you hear when something scratches along a rough texture and some air pocket is created, materialises behind me. I sit in the kitchen and the only meanwhile items behind me are the window and kitchen appliances. I doubt any cabinet could make such a noise and I doubt any cookery had fallen inside the cabinets to make the noise. I feel some weird sense of dread, I turn my head and witness my head shorter than it normally is. I sit in a new chair, recently acquired and shorter than the previous set, hence the visage in the mirror is at a lower level, with the window sill decapitating my head from my body in the image.

The paranoia melts away, I don’t care if demons, spawn, or any other assortment of energy pushed into motion tried to disturbe me. Hence I write start writing this, as soon as I begin, the oven starts whirring, I had began cooking but I hadn’t as so much expected any sort of clogging in the ventilation of the oven. Even with my firm head, hunched back and headphones that drown noise, I hear the pop again. This time it’s nearer, yet somehow deep. As if it came from inside the walls to my left. I’d like to think that if this place had been built at the rough period of modernisation, that a mason hired could’ve potentially found himself trapped in the walls. Or liberated as the mice have found themselves. I wander my mind still and it all starts to calm, yet I still feel lightheaded.

I can’t stop myself from fixating over the pop noise, it reminds me of a cartoonish scene of popping off a limb, and honestly I’ve had not the most unsubtle dreams lately of losing my head. Albeit I wouldn’t mind turned into one of those jar heads, as gaudy as they are there’s a certain charm. The most human element, the most charming element, if I were to dehumanise the world I’d probably begin by sanding all the glares, grimaces and expressions off people’s faces.

#phobophobia #apotemnophobia #and I want to clarify it’s not a fear of death or insanity #it’s specifically the idea of having my head cleanly or not divorced from my body #also help the ground is shaking

fairycosmos

already october. that'd freak me out if any year since 2019 had been real. luckily they haven't

YOU HUMPED THAT GOOSE YOU SICK FREAK

Your Honour, I repressed this memory

kaesokrupp

queston

answer

s4bugs

this is beautiful, pure unadulterated communion, as moses did with god

kaesokrupp

We are as to tautology, as authenticity is to the postmodern. The real deal

queston

answer

anexperimentallife

sailor-artemis

Nature is beautiful, helium is beautiful, I’m so high rn

kalimaxxing

the idealized version of my tomorrow self will fix this

kalimaxxing

not again

I’m an oystercatcher

niseag-arts

The University of Aberdeen is Shutting down it's Language Department

Hi tumblr, I know I have not been here for very long but I have something important to share, My university has anounced it's intention to shut down their department for modern languages. As a language student at the Univerity of Aberdeen, this is something very dear to me. The school of languages at aberdeen includes 8 modern languages, including the minority language that is Scottish Gaelic. In cutting out language and culture education, the university is making a statement of disregard not only to the world around them, but also to one of Scotland's native tongues. These are language programs that have existed for more than a century, with French and German being taught since 1898, Spanish since 1924 and Gaelic has been part of the University since 1495. I would like to word all off this well, but I am stressed about about exams at the moment, as well as stressed out if I will be able to pursue the accademic carreer I wanted after I finish my undergrad.... could you please take a look at the petition? maybe sign it, maybe share it? it'd mean a lot. It is going to be presented to the board of directors. https://chng.it/pfL7RDqfMh

kaesokrupp

Where’s the prideful nationalists when this occurs, where are the Tories to conserve historic academic rigour and studies. Where is the political will? #snp #scottishlabour #scottishtories #libdems #Whereareyou? #Holyrood #Westminster #education #austerity #capitalism

Morbid enough, to use economic and trading terms in regards to how we treat others. Yet even more annoying is this nagging displeasure I feel when thinking about ““investment””. Fearmongering that we ought to invest into friendships, relationships, and social ties now lest ye be left for squander and for plight alone!! I feel instant revulsion, with parts of whole sale acceptance and denial of this on premise alone. I’m afraid, who isn’t? But more so I hate the notion that there’s just some point where people just won’t talk to you, that a conversation is infeasible, I dread the day I get to an age where someone isn’t capable of holding a meaningful thought of their own, and sharing it onto me, as a meaningful listener and friend.

Even with children there’s constantly joyful conversation, where do we lose that, everything is but a waste of time until we reach the age at which something’s not possible.

This thought is not original and none of them are. Baudrillard was right and this is all hyperreality