gamergate wasn't that important an event

dont really care if theres cops or straight presenting sexual fencesitter couples or kink at Pride. cuz im not there. im in the Club Pittsburgh darkroom crossfaded on stuff u need a chem degree to acquire w my arm inside a man old enough to have fathered me w a resting bpm of 200

funny as hell when u see someone w a college degree freely using the r slur cuz it's like where'd you learn that big dawg? Intro to Poetics? Gender in the Early Modern Theatre: Shakespeare, Racine, de Vega? you read that in Bourdieu?

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of the Living God, have mercy on me, a faggot

uk green party: im going to give Keir Starmer a pair of breasts so heavy he won't be able to govern. and if Burnham takes over? ill give him tits twice the size of Keir's

meth funny as hell like what if gay sex was also tedious

Steelers

thecatamites mentioned!!!

type shit

happy Pride everyone

rip to a real one, didn't care for his later work but Marx Beyond Marx really helped me understand the Grundrisse and i don't even care if he killed Aldo Moro

he's right, this is like hearing Om for the first time in an electronic register, it submerges you in the late antique lifeworld we really never left, however turned around and lost and caught up in dead ends we've become. phrases that stagger you "Eros arrowing man", "tectonic tekton"; fabulous

as i understand it from boosters, the idea behind ai is to have a little goblin creature you don't have to pay who can write the words of a hundred employees in a fraction of the time and on very short notice. the Pope already has this, it's called the Curia

finally finished this bad boy and i feel like ive been kicked in the heart by a horse the size of a hippo, there's a deep and abiding sorrow here free of the tiresome moralisms of subtrotskyite liberals who claim to mourn a Revolution betrayed. the sorrow is that of one who has

where we send chuds after they've been "buried" to prevent their souls from returning to their bodies at the Resurrection of the Dead

while Disturbed and The National are both Divorced Guy Music, it's important to understand that Disturbed is DGM for guys who're still angry and solely refer to the ex-wife as "that bitch", while the vibe of The National is more like "yeah i coulda been a better husband for sure"

Summer Lee pulling a Savonarola and declaring an independent Yinzer Republic

taco bell has pilk now and yet i am still not happy. this is because desire is the root of all suffering. herein we experience realization of dukkha

Platonov a freak! 😜

i think we can call it, social theory won the Sokal Affair, enjoy ur replication crisis stemoid, im reading a verifiable literature review of french New Left receptions of Maoism while you seethe

Let's all go to the gas station and get roller dogs

starting to notice the most psychically fraught of my usual crop of bus stops, places where the veil is thin, like the one in front of the Northside Giant Eagle, where i saw a man strip naked and run screaming down the street as well as multiple street wide brawls

listening to an otherwise p decent podcast by a Brit on the post-fordist reorganization of the city & i feel like you see British theory seeing two paths laid down in the 90s, one by Gilian Rose, one by Mark Fisher and they chose the one that has em saying "cognitive capitalism"

music.youtube.com/playlist?lis... really good propulsive type shit, am not generally aware of the Aussie scene so i heard of this guy for the first time this year after they played "Stampede" on the local indie station and it's an addictive banger. fave track is "The Worldwide Scourge"

finished Backwardness; i think it's a wonderful cenotaph to a sort of loneliness particular to our unseemly times, a sanctification of the workaday solitude of an outwardly unimpressive life of the sort that you might otherwise have to crack your copy of Ulysses open to find, a

weird how the only thing unaffected by inflation is Chinese food, like you can still get ur daily supply of carbs for less than twelve dollars at those restaurants with the backlit photocopy ass pictures of lo mein no matter what the economy looks like

quickly approaching the end of Backwardness and in between terrifyingly familiar reminiscences of squalid quotidian life, ur sometimes struck by Lutz's bad luck with partners who can only be described as "Dasha-like"

lot of ink spilled on twitter radicalization this past decade but friends who i thought were solid social democrats/socialists get on bsky and start rt'ing noah berlatsky

some kind of rival coffee brand to black rifle coffee company called like "casualty coffee" with roasts like "kandahar giant rampage" or "vietnam spear trap"

Happy Victory Day to all who celebrate

don't like Jellyroll cuz I think fat-soulful-white is one of those triangles like cheap-fast-good where you can have any two corners of the triangle but that necessarily excludes the third. also i guess i don't know the exchange rate of stripped copper to crystal meth

in a world of treatlers be a snackster

my therapist said that while i cannot reattach my lost hood, there's no harm, and much to be gained, in imaginative projection of a version of me that still has it. it's not always pretty, but it's my mental health journey #foreskinsorrow #intactivist #therapy

quite like it, very fucking different from their usual, you could play this at the club without clearing the room, personal standout is probably the track Luigi Mangione, which is v Laibach in content if not form. lot of lyrics about how shit music has gotten due to algorithms/AI

had a therapist who went to a school where he was the commencement speaker that year but he was once again under arrest so he came up in chains flanked by cops lol. absolute king and probably the best to ever do it

got tested by Bryan Johnson and it turns out my dick is in the bottom 1% worldwide, like statistically speaking, he said, there are eunuchs and guys with micros that have higher scoring dicks than me

Night of the Swallow - Kate Bush Dance Me to the End of Love - Leonard Cohen Amsterdam - Scott Walker Sweet Thing - David Bowie Anthem of the Soviet Union Agne Parthene In Ale Gasn Come Out Ye Black n Tans Ostia (Death of Pasolini) - Coil

#nowplaying Father Dionysios Tabakis - Paradise Metal devotional music from a long serving Greek Orthodox Priest on fretless electric guitar and DIY electronics. Dusty soundtrack vibes, distortion, Byzantine chant and drones. bizarre and brilliant. heatcrimes.bandcamp.com/album/paradi...

new Laibach album dropping tomorrow, excited for it even though the singles kinda sound like Eurovision entries for a year when Slovenia has led the boycott against the contest for its inclusion of israel, which is quite brave for such a small and peripheral country

unfortunately kinda like the "dirty mountain dew" they've started selling, im quite fond of cream sodas

lowkey sucks when a book store has dogshit range of inventory but also there's a cat there

Wow the shooter was an avid reader of one of the most annoying accounts on Bsky: Sharon

saw this at the Harris w my sister and find it kinda hard to enunciate how it made me feel. felt like a Gogol or Kafka story set in 21st c Romania, made me feel strangely convicted but without relief, like the heroine who seems always to be in search of an impossible absolution

HIV/AIDS probably an Apartheid South African bioweapon engineered in the context of the Bush Wars where it's been more or less confirmed they spread it via injection to downed Angolan &c troops, mighta had American or Mossad involvement but not married to that conjecture