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[ignorantmankind]

I.M: Stuff @ Übergang Writerstore, MS HBF www.ignorant-mankind.de #ignorantmankind #hoodreport #uebergang #mscity

[autreshorizons]

Uebergang, Forum III, Aufgang, Zum Goldenen Schwarm

[klang-facetten]

ob mit dem herbst auch die melancholie weiterzieht? ..und nuechtern der weissdunklen winterruhe den platz anbietet?

[funkyqueers]

13, 18, 29

Favourite holiday.

Uhm... probably christmas, not because of the cultural or religious aspect but because of fairy lights and the weather.

Idea of the perfect date.

Maybe we could... go to the museum? Yeah, I'd like that. Not much talking in the beginning but we could if we wanted to and if we have the same taste in art or are very passionate about our preferences which is a thing I like in people? And after that we could go and get a coffee and see if that talky thing works for us? And if that's the case we could go to their place or mine and eat food and watch a movie and... have hot, amazing sex? Or just cuddle. Or just eat some more food. That's all fine by me. 

Sweet or salted popcorn.

Sweet.

[funkyqueers]

Once you get this, you must share 5 random facts about yourself. Then pass it on to your ten favourite followers. ;)

Oh well. I don't feel like I have anything new to tell you but... here goes.

1. I make YouTube videos. 

2. I just ordered new hair dye (orange!) and I'M FREAKING EXCITED!

3. I'm currently reading Catching Fire and I can't believe how emotionally invested I am in this stupid story and how much I need Peeta to be happy and how much I want to yell at Katniss forever.

4. My biggest feminist statement is owning a purple diva cup.

5. 6 weeks until London. 6 weeks until I can breathe again. Hopefully.

[ivy-and-thorns]

1. Always post the rules.  2. Answer the questions of the person who tagged you and write 11 new ones. 3. Tag 11 people. 4. Let them know that they are tagged.

Tagged by the wonderful mandigolightly. Thank you! <3 

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1. What Hogwarts house are you in?

Ravenclaw!

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2. If a Genie granted you one wish, what would it be?

I wouldn't trust a Genie tbh because there always is a downside to Genie wishes, so I'd first think very, very carefully about how I'd phrase my wish. Then I'd probably wish for my phobias to vanish. I don't want to be afraid anymore.

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3. If you could only listen to one song for the rest of your life, which would you choose?

Something quiet and calming that can easily melt into the background, so... maybe... Comptine d'un Autre Été, which is the most beautiful piece of music I know. Something longer would be better, I guess, but nothing springs to my mind.

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4. What is your favorite book?

That question is so hard. I'm never quite sure what to say. But honestly? Black Beauty. I've read it more often than any other book.

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5. Who is your ultimate OTP?

Janto all the way!

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6. What is your favorite candy?

WHY ARE YOUR QUESTIONS SO HARD?! My favourite candy keeps changing... but I love anything that is sour. If I had to decide right now, it would be those:

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7. How do you take your coffee?

Black. Always.

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8. What is your favorite poem?

A lark, caught in a hunter's net,

sang sweeter then than ever,

as if the falling melody

might wing and net dissever.

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At dusk the hunter took his prey, 

the lark its freedom never.

All birds and men are sure to die,

but songs may live forever.

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From Ken Follett's The Pillars of the Earth.

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9. If you had the chance to leave Earth and colonize a new planet, would you?

No. I'm a terribly boring and anxious person and I'd be absolutely sure that I would die on my way from Earth to this new planet. So I'd send someone more adventurous and courageous.

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10. What is a cartoon character you can’t stand?

Spongebob. Just... no.

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11. Can you do any odd party tricks?

...did I mention that I'm terribly boring? Sorry.

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New questions! 

If you could keep any animal as a pet (without having to worry about bureaucracy or accomodation), what would it be?

When was the last time you felt so happy you thought you might burst?

Are you a music person or a sports person?

If you had to show your favourite character around your house/flat/room, what would they say?

Rain or snow?

Do you collect anything?

Quick! Tell me the first three nouns that spring to your mind right now.

Imagine you could have the power to read minds, on the condition that you can never turn it off or control it - would you want it?

What is your personal I'm-pretty-sure-that-will-never-happen-but-I-still-wish-it-would-come-true dream?

What is a thing you are extremely passionate about?

Don't be modest, tell me one thing you're really very good at!

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[bitsynoya-archive]

Hello beautiful person (though you shouldn’t let some random person on the internet say who you are I mean you might have a real name or a nick name you’d prefer rather than beautiful person which basically translate “aesthetically pleasing skin covered generic homo sapien” or “homo neanderthalensis” if you’re one of those Europeans who happens to have some Neanderthal DNA in them!) Once you get this you must share 5 random facts about yourself than pass this on to your 10 favorite followers.

ah this is a different kind of message, cool heh and ok here goes:

I have a rly cool clock hanging on my wall which is the only thing I got from Bosnia that I like (it's round, black rimmed and there's comic-y fuits on it)

There's always at least one bruise and/or cut on my body (I'm that clumsy)

My hair is brown, almost black

As are my eyes, dark brown

I used to collect keys even if I didn't know what they were for

(also won't send this around bc I have too many favourites and I'm lazy)

[uebergangmagazine]

The Finger of Isolation

Onanism is an enviable act. Broken mirrors reflect one’s own image into fragments disengaged by a dishonesty that we are never quite ready to be exposed to.  Sex and death are by now clichés we invariably encounter. Fashion and visual art exonerate these, but they are disavowed by the art of movement.  Once again, gazing into the mirror, our concrete fragmentation permeates every memory. 

   Our onanistic lifestyles begin at the first sight of our mother’s tears.  Tears are the protagonists in this polemic vision.  They entice us to invert as an attempt to reenter the womb.  But instead, we enter a dread state, which exists in the subtext of our own typologies.  Hedonism is our only outlet and the disruption of any part of its sexual dichotomies will exacerbate the metanarrative of our own sequential understanding of linear time. Illusory deviancy is a symptom of this and can often equate itself in the most hyperbolic categorization of any attempt at neoclassical feminization. 

   Masculinity is the cornerstone of hybridization and often, young males who exhibit hyper-reflexive symptoms of adolescence will likely commit suicide, not in its literal sense, but in a dream-like state most often referred to as trans-suicidal psychosis.  When afflicted by this problem, a young man’s penis will swell, causing blood to leave the brain and bring about a trance-like euphoria.  Many who recover from this inevitably do take their own lives, as they can never reachieve this state of comparative ecstasy.  

To eradicate moments of critical despondency, there must be an intervening measure during the moment we intake information.  Diabolical aphorisms can intercede, but with little change.  Can we actually transcribe the illusive hegemony of these ephemeral moments or must our society ground itself on the shaky ground of candid lucidity?  How do we begin to correct our racist vulnerability for our future generations?

 Let us first examine the image, the one compelling factor that inebriates any narrative content.  The indoctrinated element transposes any desire for a tumultuous breeding of decontextualization.  A work that is inherently feminine, its emasculated presence beseeches any congealed sense of language.  

   We ourselves are decontextualized, hermetically sealed into a meaningless mass of presupposed complexities transubstantiated through psychoanalysis and technology.  That very thing that surrounds and supports our suspended state neither transforms nor obliterates us. Our idea of ourselves, of the things around us, bequeaths an infantile dependency on discordant transactions requiring perception to be sublimated, reduced and eventually annihilated.  That frozen image remains untouched, unchanged.  It is only through the effluvient demarcation of our desires that we as a society challenge our own euphemistic and ephemeral existence through a discursive disruption of formidable prowess. 

 However unclean, one’s scope of reason, we must at all times try to exacerbate any polemic tendencies to squelch the transparent racism that permeates any ontological narrative developed through a post traumatic deviation of our grand weakness, that being a hyperbolic sensitivity laced with self hatred.  If we publically denounce any relationship to this, we risk writing ourselves into the unwritten. Finding a place where viewership and authorship extrapolate circumspect meanings is futile. As children, we are able to attain these moments, but as adults the futility of our own chastened nirvana disallows any such experience.  Overtures of disengagement are often buried within our failure to reach any hierarchical despondency in relationship to this matter.

by Marcos Rosales