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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
hello vonnie
dirt enthusiast
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NASA
trying on a metaphor
Jules of Nature
cherry valley forever
Kaledo Art
will byers stan first human second
almost home
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
pixel skylines
oozey mess
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
noise dept.
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
occasionally subtle
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@snowlithills
it's important to have your own unique door knock so people know it's you. a knock consists of stressed knocks, unstressed knocks and silences. as the creator of this system and thus the first person to note down my knock, i will claim the knock consisting of only silences (it's a zero-based index). Now would you please answer the door
"in ya babymama crib not flushing after I piss" is such a hilarious bar it pops into my head weekly thank you Danny Brown
In a similar vein, I was always a big fan of Killer Mike's verse in Nobody Speak: I am crack, I ain't lyin', kick a lion in his crack I'm the shit, I will fall off in your crib, take a shit Pinch your mama on the booty, kick your dog, fuck your bitch Fat boy dressed up like he's Santa and took pictures with your kids
big mirror
what you experience is hyperfixation, which is pathological. what I experience is psychosexual obsession， which is also pathological, but in a darkly chic and subversive way. thank you for understanding.
I keep thinking about that attempt I made to characterize people I get along with, a few days ago. There’s a specific thing there but I’m just not sure how to phrase it.
It’s like a sort of … feeling that the world is bigger than you, and very complicated, and filled with things you’d never expect. It’s not exactly “skepticism,” and not exactly “humility.” It’s compatible with having a high view of oneself or one’s intellect, though not with certain versions of those things. It’s compatible with strong and numerous opinions, too, though not with certain ways of having strong and numerous opinions.
It’s having your most instinctive response to the world be “this is billions of distinct things; this is jeweled chaos; this is a buzzing, blooming confusion.” And then you make models and concepts to try to make some sense of it. Sometimes you become quite attached to them. Sometimes maybe too attached. But if you become too attached it’s not because you think your concepts are reality. It’s because you feel you’ll be so terribly lost without them.
When I try to think of the opposite of this temperament I think of those sorts of political or culture bloggers who are never surprised by anything, who always respond to every news story with “oh, look, more of the thing I know about, doing the things I know it does.” It’s not that these people are too political, or too certain. It’s that their politics and certainty doesn’t feel like a lifeboat they’re clinging to in a vast roiling ocean. They give off the impression of not seeing the ocean.
And lots of things follow from this. You have to find ways of living with this ever-present sense – sometimes dulled, but never gone – that reality is too large, grotesquely large, that you’ll never find your way in it. So you learn to revel in it a bit, to become an eclectic, an amateur, collecting and admiring little bits of jeweled chaos. You collect #quotes. You learn to laugh when you see something you don’t understand, so that you don’t instead despair.
You feel wary about systems, you feel wary about things that are top-down and a priori. You like data. But not in the sense of “the data is in”; not in the sense that we have measured, so now we know, and now no one can ever question again. But you are always worrying that you are missing the forest for the trees, because there are so many trees, too many, too many. You distrust the single event, the dramatic example, because you know that reality has room for everything, because you have enough such specimens pinned and mounted in your collection to prove any claim or its negation. You want the species, not the specimen – but you feel deep down that that has to be hubris, because all you see are specimens, and the great whirling confusion laughs at your taxonomies.
You come to observation, to experimentation, to something like science, even to something like positivism, not out of a zeal for the general but because you know the particular will wash over you and crush you. When the concepts are stripped away everything is laughter and awe and horror and you bring the concepts back, not to perfect life, but simply to bear it. And you tend to your collection.
would you consider yourself an intelligent and sensitive pervert?
i've been saving this in my inbox for months because i don't feel like i have the words to match this. it's a shameful breach of my humility to answer yes, yes i do consider myself an intelligent and sensitive pervert. i love how you worded that. this is like a therapist's screening question.
Mutuals can unscrew my panels and see my terrible cable management
He played the music very loudly, until the burnished coverlid of the sky seemed to clang in sonorous sympathy, like a gong struck with a padded stick. I was the worst dancer in the world, as you can imagine, and I dreaded these occasions for I would remember watching Leilah watch herself in the mirror and now I sensed all the lure of that narcissic loss of being, when the face leaks into the looking glass like water into sand.
The Passion Of New Eve, Angela Carter
wow this pizza is great it's so good it's unreal *remembers the unreal engine is dogshit* I mean uh it's Source how good this pizza is
still working on the landlord mass surveilance system. god check this out, i actually burst out laughing when i saw it.
Fifteen Thousand Great British Pounds Sterling Per Calendar Month, and you still have to sleep in the bed pressed up against the side of the wall. this city is so fucking stupid man
unlimited warfare upon the life form known as 'estate agents'
just one of the many deranged letters i've had through my door from my landlord. lady please show me where any of this is my problem
full spectrum psychological warfare against this broad. god willing i might actually be able to give her a heart attack
problem: evictions and landlords are bad.
solution: renters rights act makes it illegal for landlords to evict someone for no reason.
problem: selling or moving into the property themselves are, unfortunately, legal reasons.
solution: if a landlord says they're evicting someone to live in a property or sell it, only to turn around and re-let it, they are big time breaking the law, the kind that can actually fuck you up.
problem: there is essentially no easy way to join up the dots between 'people who have been evicted' and 'new property listings'.
solution: when you load a rightmove search, the page source literally hands you their data on a plate. you don't even need to do any fiddly BeautifulSoup parsing, they just give it to you in json, the idiots. and if you can save it, you can start to build a mirror of rightmove's database, and create a historical record of all listings in a certain place (eg a London borough).
problem: rightmoves terms of service utterly forbid any scraping, hacking, etc, etc, enough that my actual work's legal dept would have fucking kittens about using the data.
solution: ??? some sort of anti-landlord special operations division ??? if you are caught we will deny all knowledge of you etc ??? much to consider
roads are made, streets are made, railway services are improved, electric light turns night into day, electric trams glide swiftly to and fro, water is brought from reservoirs a hundred miles off in the mountains - and all the while the cyber-landlord sits still.
working on adding spareroom and immediately find this. one (presumably) cis guy, live in landlord, advertising a room, 'female preffered' [sic]. uh oh!
whoever wrote OpenRent's site is stealing a living. what the fuck is this
feels like we're getting somewhere now
this guy should be put in a hydraulic press
this shit is at OS level as well?? fuck off apple you’ve got to be joking
Luigi Serafini, Codex Seraphinianus
2025 is when the cisgenders got our first taste of Better Living through Chemistry. What other tricknologies are kept secret by the 'woke'?
changing your legal name and having multiple names you're known by in different contexts
wearing clothing and makeup that changes the apparent shape of your face and body
cutting your parents and extended family out of your life for not respecting your autonomy
celebrating the anniversary of your most important self-realizations
prostate orgasm
I've been getting pretty into the prostate orgasm myself. Just ahead of the curve I guess. Average behavior for a heroic and equality minded sensitive young man such as myself. The bare minimum really.
London mutuals what is there to do that’s cheap and not alcohol based?
bongs at croydon
there’s a bloke at clappham common who will suck your dick for £4.50 hell even play with your balls for an extra quid
I have 0 desire to meet you let alone give you money
£3.50?
