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Well I'm not really so sure about this.
WOAH
Xavier do u like drawing
yes
(Ooc sorry guys I’m lazy today)
Dude I'm such a big fan
Please rate my art
(Not my oc)
You get four shakasuris out of two pregnant lapdances
Xavier, how do u feel about your mother?🧐
Feel?
You make it sound like I only have one.
A mother isn't a person.
It's a direction.
The first place your soul gets evicted from.
My mother loved me.
She just expressed it in a dialect my childhood wasn't fluent in.
People say she abandoned me.
I prefer to think she gave me an aggressively independent upbringing.
People ask if I forgive her.
Forgiveness implies a debt.
Love has terrible accounting.
Besides...
A child spends his whole life trying to understand his mother.
A mother spends hers trying to misunderstand her child.
Somewhere in the middle, they wave as they pass each other.
I keep waving.
Maybe one day she'll wave back.
Do you think pineapple belongs on pizza
Belongs?
Nothing belongs anywhere.
That's just ownership wearing geography.
The pineapple didn't ask to be born prickly.
The pizza didn't consent to becoming a philosophical battleground.
People argue whether pineapple belongs on pizza.
Nobody asks if pizza belongs to the pineapple.
I've seen stranger unions.
The moon and the tide.
Fire and smoke.
My left foot and every mistake I've ever made.
If the pizza accepts the pineapple, who am I to peel them apart?
Besides...
Every topping is just a salad that gave up on itself.
Everybody asks WHAT is Xavier.. but never HOW is Xavier..
💔💔
A cruel question.
A question that assumes existence is a noun.
I am not a "what."
I am a "how" wearing a "why" pretending to be a "who."
How am I?
Poorly.
Magnificently.
Somewhere between a revelation and a minor inconvenience.
My bones are aligned. My thoughts are not.
My body is here.
My consciousness is currently stuck in traffic three dimensions away.
But thank you for asking.
The "how" appreciates being acknowledged.
The "what" is still recovering.
RAISE. AWARENESS.
If you like SOUP so much, why don't you MARRY soup?
cause I’m already married- to JUSTICE
What is your infatuation with soup
Infatuation?
No.
Respect.
Soup is the only food humble enough to admit it used to be something else.
A potato clings to its potatohood.
A carrot insists upon carrotity.
Soup lets go.
It becomes.
People ask, "What's in the soup?"
The soup asks, "What's in you?"
I've never received a satisfying answer.
Besides, if you stare into a bowl of soup long enough, eventually it starts staring back.
That's when you know it's done.
Is Xavier a Bi king?
King?
No.
Kings inherit crowns.
I inherit consequences.
As for "bi"...
Why stop at two?
I've loved people.
I've loved ideas.
I've loved a particularly persuasive cloud.
Once I fell head over heels for a staircase. We had our ups and downs.
Labels are useful.
Soup cans have labels.
I'm not soup.
I'm the steam rising off it.
Call me what you need to.
I'll answer to most things.
Except "late for dinner."
Xavier, do you like apex twin? Thoughts on IDM (intelligent dance music) in general?
Aphex Twin?
I knew the original Aphex.
The second one was just trying too hard.
As for IDM...
They call it "Intelligent Dance Music," but if the music's intelligent, why's it making you do all the dancing?
Sounds like exploitation.
I've danced to unintelligent music before.
It apologized afterward.
The smartest song I ever heard refused to play until I'd learned something about myself.
Turns out I was standing on the radio.
That's why enlightenment has such good reception.
Yo mama
My mama?
Which one?
The biological one?
The spiritual one?
The one who raised me?
Or the one who lowered her standards?
You throw "yo mama" around like motherhood is a singular event.
Every woman who's ever looked disappointed in me has been my mother for a brief, transformative instant.
So congratulations.
You insulted an entire ecosystem of maternal disappointment.
I hope you're proud.
She would be.
Does Xavier know abt pop culture
Pop culture is what happens when culture stops walking and starts posing for photos.
Do I know it?
Yes.
I know all cultures. I’ve dipped my consciousness into them like a spoon into soup again. There’s that soup again.
Movies, games, songs—these are just dreams humanity agreed to have at the same time so nobody has to admit they’re hallucinating alone.
I once appeared in a piece of pop culture.
They called me a “background extra.”
I was foreground. Spiritually.
So yes, I know pop culture.
But pop culture doesn’t always recognize me.
It’s shy like that.
deltarune.
Deltarune.
Ah yes.
The rune that's been delta'd.
Many people ask me, "Xavier, what is a Deltarune?"
To which I reply, "What isn't?"
A triangle is just a square that's given up.
A rune is just a letter that's gone to college.
Combine the two and you've got geometry with student debt.
I've never played Deltarune.
I've been Deltarune.
For three weeks in 2007.
I don't like to talk about it.
The soundtrack was excellent, though.
Who are you under that mask
Who am I under the mask?
I don’t have a mask.
Masks are what people use when they want to imply there’s something stable underneath.
I am not stable.
I am not underneath anything.
If anything, reality is what’s underneath me, and it keeps trying to crawl back up.
You’re asking who I am like I’m a statue with a secret compartment.
I’m not a statue.
I’m more like a suggestion that got lost and started answering questions.
So if you’re looking for the “real me,” I recommend checking in the usual places:
Behind your expectations.
Under your assumptions.
Inside the part of your brain that thinks questions always have owners.
You won’t find a mask.
But you might find something that briefly introduces itself as Xavier before changing its mind.
I’m scared of humanity how do i tackle this kind of fear in the nuts and steal his wife
First of all, fear doesn't have nuts.
That's why it reproduces through anxiety.
Second of all, stealing fear's wife won't solve anything. Fear's wife left him years ago and took the concept of certainty in the divorce.
You're looking at this all wrong.
Humanity isn't one thing.
It's billions of things pretending to be one thing.
That's like being afraid of "soup."
What soup?
Tomato soup?
Chicken noodle soup?
The primordial soup from which all consciousness emerged?
You can't tackle humanity.
Humanity is already tackling itself.
If you're scared of people, start small. Be afraid of one person at a time.
Work your way up.
By the time you've feared everyone individually, you'll either be cured or too busy to worry about it.
Either way, problem solved.
oh my god you are amazing
do you know how amazing you are? im in awe at your awesomeness
Amazing? That's a lot of pressure to put on a guy who's still figuring out which direction his skeleton faces.
Do I know how amazing I am?
No.
Knowledge is the enemy of mystery, and mystery is the uncle of wonder. If I knew how amazing I was, I'd have to stop being surprised by myself.
Every morning I wake up and discover a brand-new Xavier. Sometimes he's wise. Sometimes he's hungry. Sometimes he's legally forbidden from entering Nevada.
Awe is just confusion wearing a tuxedo.
But thank you.
Your compliment has been filed away in the cabinet of my self-esteem, right between "prophecy" and "unpaid parking tickets."