i bet i can be a high table representative. im queer, trilingual, and i serve cunt
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i bet i can be a high table representative. im queer, trilingual, and i serve cunt
i hc high table meetings are the worst things known to man. im talking INSUFFERABLE ass meetings.
and then they got a room in the conference room where people go in to scream
The Boeing tore off through shawls of cloud, the hurtling moment of risk and death ended with a musical Bing! and we entered the peace and light above. My head lay on the bib and bosom of the seat and when the Jack Daniel's came I strained it through my irregular multicolored teeth, curling my forefinger over the top of the glass to hold back the big perforated ice cubes — they always put in too many. The thread of whisky burned pleasantly in the gullet and then my stomach, like the sun outside, began to glow, and the delight of freedom also began to expand within me. … Once in a while, I get shocked into upper wakefulness, I turn a corner, see the ocean, and my heart tips over with happiness — it feels so free! Then I have the idea that, as well as beholding, I can also be beheld from yonder and am not a discrete object but incorporated with the rest, with universal sapphire, purplish blue. For what is this sea, this atmosphere, doing within the eight-inch diameter of your skull? (I say nothing of the sun and the galaxy which are also there.) At the center of the beholder there must be space for the whole, and this nothing-space is not an empty nothing but a nothing reserved for everything. You can feel this nothing-everything capacity with ecstasy and this was what I actually felt in the jet. Sipping whisky, feeling the radiant heat that rose inside, I experienced a bliss that I knew perfectly well was not mad.
— Saul Bellow, from Humboldt’s Gift (1975.)
On the reality of power and what it entails, and the willingness to take it, one has to be carful to keep things very clear. I have always cherished the speech of Shaw’s Caesar about killing the lion without, in effect, statements, manifestos and court trials: keeping the action clean and self preservative. What revolts and disgusts me in the Stalinist grab for power is the hideous involvement of ideals, feelings, social indignations, exhibitions of martyrdom, self-pity. I expect a quantum of injustice in any imperium, I expect contradictions as the price of order; what brings me to the puking-point is the fine feelings, and what brings me to the fighting point is the increasingly sure sense that Stalinist power aims at the annihilation of anything that does not contribute to power. There has never been a power ideology that so wished to destroy every human quality that did not add to itself. Formally power was, as it were, insisted — now it must be inclusive.
— Lionel Trilling, from Life in Culture: Selected Letters
immediate yet timeless; also makes you want to storm the barricades and/or fall in love (ultimately perishing in the act, last breaths in subterranean vaults, poison, dagger; star-crossed, swan-of-avon memorialised lalala)
her heart is a sea bell
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Imagine how cool a John Wick open world video game would be
Like, the movies are essentially played out like video games with the worldbuilding. The Continentals act as checkpoints. The Markers are Story Quests, all set to the backdrop of the High Table's scheming.
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