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If a human is pinned against the magnet but has not experienced life-threatening injuries, DO NOT QUENCH THE MAGNET

#happy to see life's motto in a shitpost #truly i am

news update: the blank verse craze has taken an epistolary turn

#dear doctor i need an appointment excuse note for work because i have a rare affliction where everything i say turns into blank verse #addressed to a specific person i sometimes sit and enter a quantum anomaly with on park benches #and because of this i am unable to fulfill my duties in the workplace

machiavelli

#this is all that can be said on the matter #(i am trapped in a relative's jingo hell house - please send help)

it seems like maybe, just maybe, it might be possible for good things to happen, and for the right thing to do to be to accept the good thing, revere it, enjoy its qualities and how it enhances every other part of life, and just be happy about it???

#no of course not that would be silly #the correct answer is to feel undeserving and certain all will be lost and that nothing but suffering can ever come from unexpected #(and quite frankly uncalled for) goodness #oh that's incorrect? that's depression talk rearing its tedious old head? ok. cool.

it turns out i'm really good at writing love letters*

#*not in the usual sense of written material facilitating romantic courtship; it's more like love of the world and life itself that #is instantiated in or directed towards another person #“for the love of death leads to a love of life and humanity” —hans castorp

taraxippos

DO NOT. Take inspiration from my art. Let it linger not in your mind for more than an instant, lest my intellectual property is stolen away by your greedy consciousness and my soon-to-be-successful business enterprise is thus killed in the womb. Let my art pass before your glazed eyes without so much as a stirring of emotion, a moment of reflection. See and feel nothing. Crawl through this world on your belly, sightless and thoughtless like a worm. Reblogs > Likes.

so, hypothetical situation: what would you do if you met someone out of the blue, not on purpose, with whom you share a freakish number of things in common, one of which is the long-harbored aspiration to be a nineteenth century batshit philologist, and you mutually feel about each other the way goethe and schiller felt about each other

#so far the answer is write a lot of blank verse and unrhymed tetrameter #which is not a situation i ever imagined finding myself in #(goethe/schiller = if you die i will keep your skull on my desk until i myself am dead)

two questions:

1) why are they sneaking fake sugar into things that also have regular sugar? why must every beverage have a weird aftertaste?

2) what could motivate someone to put ashwagandha in a lemonade?

#when i said i wanted a cold beverage i was not seeking holistic methods of treating an ailment #just to slake my thirst

warning signs again of non-sleeping child sleep-deprivation-onset psychosis

#audiobook biography of jonathan swift stand me ever in good stead

nightmare double-feature: cruel intentions (1999) and what about bob (1991)

#they both have the same opening of guy in therapy before therapist goes on vacation

can i get a round of applause for proactively taking steps that have led to a new friendship that is enabling so many new schemes

#never too late to learn the skills you missed in kindergarten

people really freak out nowadays when faced with an omniscient narrator

#writing group is a v. interesting look into contemporary trends #and solidifies my desire to never give a shit about commercial marketability

four days laid out with new ailments means i'm being forced to directly engage with d*sney's childhood heterosexual marriage propaganda media monopoly

#there is no amount of psychoactive cough syrup that can ease the pain of frozen

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If the paper weren't laid out in complete grammatical sentences and published in JACS, you'd swear it was the work of a violent lunatic. I ran out of vulgar expletives after the second page. A. G. Streng, folks, absolutely takes the corrosive exploding cake, and I have to tip my asbestos-lined titanium hat to him.

#i have tears running down my face after reading #this 2010 blog post on science dot com #about a madman who loved making stuff explode

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