#good meathead

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punk rock emo kids have always motivated me to be older and more uncool.

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only thing better than henry rollins cameo as a prison guard is micheal bisping cameo as a security guard. lynch has such great taste in meatheads.

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a vital component of being able to receive critical feedback of which few speak is the ability and willingness to differentiate good-faith critique which adequately assess your faults and takes into account your tendencies, temperament, and goals... vs. well poisoning from those who aren't really your friends and only wanna see you die.

if you're transparent and accountable and say what's on your mind, someone you think you trust but shouldn't could very well get smart at doing the one thing you want them to which is listening to you -- at which point, any information you give them is a potential knife-edge they could use to hone, or cut you with, or tear a thread of fate.

many of you who think you're being perfectly responsible and accommodating are really suffering something closer to arsenic poisoning. you can have enough respect for yourself gentleman not to be murdered by an old woman or a young person who acts like one.

in practice, while everyone wants to feel "safe" and "seen" if you believe in any kind of coherent, cause and effect moral order, people are going to assume you're a big dick law enforcement bully if you use force, i know -- but if you refuse force, they'll walk all over you.

fortunately, you don't always hafta start with the headshot, bro.

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I eat 300g of protein a day.

Why?

Cause I wanna be jacked and shredded.

And if you do too, make sure to eat a minimum of 1g minimum per lb of your goal lean body weight.

I eat 1.5 grams per pound of body weight and I'm a lean 205, which equals 5 meals of 50-60 protein each day that consists of:

Eggs for breakfast Lean red meat for lunch Protein shake for a snack Steak for dinner Greek yogurt for desert

Do you need that much protein?

"Science" says no. But when I overeat protein, the only thing I notice is I get leaner, stronger and recover better.

But when I overeat carbs and fats (which most people do) I feel like a fat sack of shit (which most people are). So don't you think it's better to eat too much protein than not enough?

And I don't care what the "research" says. Just eat more protein, and see how your body responds.

Find out what works for you, and don't be afraid to think for yourself.

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There really does need to be an anthology that's just sexy villains getting exactly what they want and winning.

Yeah, long as the prose has style and the players got character.

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I bet you'd enjoy tattooing someone, assuming you had the skill and know-how. But only if you picked the tattoo and based it around what you felt they needed. I love the idea of you marking someone and there being a lesson attached to the mark that they must abide by. Or imprisoning them with a mark that they must overcome. I love the idea of you giving people new names. Names they must adopt. Deconstructing and reconstructing men. Making them yours until they can learn the lesson imbued by their new name and mark. Then you set them free. The ones that don't make it? You can devour them until there's nothing left. Let them know before you mark and name them that you will eat them if they don't shape up by the deadline.

Glad you hit me upside the head with this comment, bro. There are times when I feel it's as though you're scanning me and relaying the submerged contents of my own mind back to the organs of my senses, as if surveying for an attack you'd like to make, but in your newfound and eagerly accepted role as my henchman, bodyguard and general purpose muscle goon, see fit to report to strengthen my defenses instead.

I got a sufficiently dense and lunky boy under my control, there are ample enticing creative opportunities which tattooing would provide. Depending on the temperament of the boy, his language and visual processing skills, his existing predispositions to shame, manipulation, repeated prompts and distortions -- in other words, the entire invisible matrix of intelligence and sensation which makes up the substance of his thought and soul -- there's so much to draw from, so much of which is situational.

The head and face is the most humiliating. Overtly so. It's freakish. Branded like a prisoner or circus performer. It's so defiant, it compels the mark to rapidly identify and embrace their new status, readily severing ties with their old identity to stand apart from the tribe as someone literally reduced to a brand. It's the sort of humiliation which fast-tracks one to being an enlightened fool. Forced out of modes of conventional society. Forced to embrace and reappropriate the stigma.

For this reason, I don't find it particularly erotic. What makes good humiliation good humiliation is the readiness and compulsion to keep it hidden, thus encouraging the mark to stay looped and trapped preserving his own identity as the shame escalates and corrodes him from within.

Perhaps for aesthetic purposes, I only appreciate head tattoos along the scalp or the chin. Places where hair would otherwise grow. This preserves my earlier dictum about the capacity to be hid. To wear a hat or a mask over a scalp or beard piece, or just grow fur back over them, the ink always tantalizingly peaking out like the edge of barb wire or a grape vine.

Body tattooing is the most erotic, by far. It's labeling the hardware.

I like the readiness of tattooing the hands. Some symbol there, readily seen. Perhaps it's my own bias, as a writer. Were I to look down and constantly see something on my hands, it would no doubt quickly and readily burn itself in memory. Regardless, I think a great many people who work with their hands are taken by them and prone to look at them, so I suspect this would have broad and readily-acceptable applications.

The chest is my favorite place, by far. It's what the forehead is to the torso: ample billboard space. The perfect spot to apply a label.

A few months ago, I had this hot fantasy (initially applied to myself) of getting the words M E A T H E A D tattooed across a burly muscle bro's chest in Nordic runes. I don't need to tell you. You ain't no fool. Runes are beautiful. Runes are badass. Runes are an ancestral expression of the literal power and magic of language. Already there's a layer of obfuscation in having a himbo-stupid derogatory sex label permanently inked across your heaving musclebound pecs in beautiful archaic Viking block script.

However. We ain't done. What really makes it stupid is the insistence on spelling M E A T H E A D with the more iconic and popular -- though technically less correct -- thorn rune, rather than a conventional T H, y'know -- you're gaining the power of war, thunder and thurisaz at the cost of smart-ass literate hardboys reading your tits and calling you Me Thead.

Someone got their thread of fate in your mead, now you say Me Thead.

Woops. Can't tell if attained wisdom or drunkard. Holy fuck, I lost all my academic credentials and with them all respect for my former so-called peers. How pathetic was I to absolutely require institutional validation to simp for career opportunities in a job marked designed to fail?

Good thing I live in the woods now and am petting a majestic buck I have summoned with the solar logos overflowing from my radiant auburn locks! Out here I never wear a shirt and always have fisting gauntlets!

Great question, bro. Fertilizes my imagination like chemtrails. Gonna go sprout another couple heads in the other room, don't wander in later.

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me 20lbs ago

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Truths such as this should also be carefully noted, that even the by-products of natural processes have a certain charm and attractiveness. Bread, for instance, in the course of its baking, tends to crack open here and there, and yet these very cracks, which are, in a sense, offences against the baker's art, somehow appeal to us and, in a curious way, promote our appetite for the food. And again figs, when fully ripe, ted to split open; and in olives which are ready to drop, the very fact of their impending decay lends a peculiar beauty to the fruit. And ears of corn bending towards the earth, and the wrinkled brows of a lion, and the foam dripping from the jaws of a wild boar, and many other things are far from beautiful if one views them in isolation, but nevertheless, the fact that they follow from natural processes gives them an added beauty and makes them attractive to us. So if a person is endowed with sensibility and has a deep enough insight into the workings of the universe, he will find scarcely anything which fails to please him in some way by its presence, even among those that arise as secondary effects. Such a person will view the gaping jaws of wild beasts in their physical reality with no less less pleasure than the portrayals of them displayed by painters and sculptors, and he will be able to see in an old woman or old man a special kind of mature beauty, and to look on the youthful charms of his slave boys with chaste eyes. And one could cite many similar examples, which will not seem persuasive to everyone, but will only strike home with those who are genuinely familiar with nature all her works.

Marcus Aurelius, Mediations 3.2