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hmmm.
art. poetry. politics. narcissism. ramblings.
destruction.reconstruction
any traces of sexism, racism, classism, transphobia, homophobia, body-shaming, purposeful ignorance (whether or not in the name of religion cock-gobbling), or any other general asshattery found in this vicinity shall promptly be purged/bitchslapped/educated by any means necessary. this means call me out if need be.
Imagine a library filled with every book in the world, none of them have titles on the cover and the pages are blank, but when you open one you are instantly transported to the world within the book. You get to live the story as any character for as long as you like. And when you come out of the story, almost no time has past in the real world
yeah but what if you got something like
Or worse
or the worst of them all
OR BEST OF ALL.

In other news, guess what just came in the mail?
Fuuuck I think I was supposed to be productive and packing to move out today…
Maybe I’ll save it for tonight to put me to sleep.
I always have sweeter dreams after reading/watching psychologically damaging books/movies for some unknown reason…
The plan is to read it again completely out of order, scribble all over it, and eventually just start making origami with the pages.
And at the end of it all lies of course the final phenomenon of deterioration - entropy, which is a predictable disintegration when the creative life ceases: everything has to fall apart.
ahhh this is one of the first posts I ever made.
Amanda Fucking Palmer<3
Mark Z. Danielewski: House of Leaves
So yeah once I finish watching Lilo and Stitch and bawling my eyes out definitely spending my night reading this for a second time. *Edit for the title: “This Book Only Makes Sense If You’re High Or Naturally Mentally Deranged”
…because in our confrontation with a cold and hard universe, there is something comical to the idea that we can really impose our will on humanity. Power corrupts.”
I’ve quoted this song so many times I feel like it’s about time I just went ahead and posted it…
I gave you the benefit of the doubt, it’s true. But keep in mind, my darling… Not every saint is a fool.
And at the end of it all lies of course the final phenomenon of deterioration - entropy, which is a predictable disintegration when the creative life ceases: everything has to fall apart.